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 Senegal and from Shanghai.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Fort Wilson Riot to the rap kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Roxette. All the underground hits.
All DNA tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marine Girls record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Matthew Bourne record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Goldenarms,
Graham Central Station,
Rufus Thomas,
Hot Snakes,
Isaac Hayes,
Average White Band,
Robert Görl,
Japan,
Angry Samoans,
Eddi Front,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Adolescents,
Schoolly D,
Glenn Branca,
Newcleus,
D'Angelo,
Jerry's Kids,
Audionom,
Morten Harket,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Animal Collective,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Colin Newman,
Television,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Ossler,
The J.B.'s,
Michelle Simonal,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Marc Almond,
Stereo Dub,
Tears for Fears,
Crispian St. Peters,
Los Fastidios,
Archie Shepp,
The Gap Band,
Big Daddy Kane,
Blancmange,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Kayak,
Scott Walker,
Khruangbin,
The Black Dice,
Soft Machine,
Gerry Rafferty,
Fat Boys,
Monolake,
Von Mondo,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
the Swans,
Ice-T,
Charles Mingus,
Urselle,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Techniques,
Basic Channel,
The Beau Brummels,
Funky Four + One,
Make Up,
Chris & Cosey,
In Retrospect,
Pet Shop Boys,
8 Eyed Spy, 8 Eyed Spy, 8 Eyed Spy, 8 Eyed Spy.
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.