Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Norway and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Ornette Coleman to the disco kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Notorious Big And Bone Thugs. All the underground hits.
All Lou Christie tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Throbbing Gristle record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a UT record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Martian,
The Music Machine,
Fad Gadget,
Don Cherry,
Crash Course in Science,
Gregory Isaacs,
Laurel Aitken,
The Vogues,
Glambeats Corp.,
Joy Division,
Khruangbin,
Marvin Gaye,
Tom Boy,
Crispian St. Peters,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Pere Ubu,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Bad Manners,
Andrew Hill,
Mr. Review,
Mark Hollis,
Bob Dylan,
Gang Green,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Birthday Party,
Barclay James Harvest,
Amon Düül II,
The Kinks,
Unrelated Segments,
Ituana,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
the Sonics,
Mo-Dettes,
Inner City,
Neu!,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Smiths,
Main Source,
The Misunderstood,
Connie Case,
Young Marble Giants,
Kool Moe Dee,
Todd Rundgren,
Minutemen,
Lou Reed,
David McCallum,
The Barracudas,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
the Normal,
Groovy Waters,
Country Teasers,
Terrestrial Tones,
Gerry Rafferty,
Aaron Thompson,
Infiniti,
Kevin Saunderson,
These Immortal Souls,
One Last Wish,
Gastr Del Sol,
Heavy D & The Boyz, Heavy D & The Boyz, Heavy D & The Boyz, Heavy D & The Boyz.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.