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 Colombia and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle show in London.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Soulsonic Force to the techno kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Angels of Light & Akron/Family tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Adolescents record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rhythm & Sound record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Swans,
Can,
The Fall,
Suburban Knight,
Deepchord,
Fatback Band,
Wire,
Steve Hackett,
Lower 48,
Fear,
The Monochrome Set,
The Offenders,
Inner City,
Amon Düül II,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Music Machine,
Wally Richardson,
The Blackbyrds,
Barclay James Harvest,
Stetsasonic,
Siglo XX,
Matthew Bourne,
Quadrant,
Lalann,
K-Klass,
F. McDonald,
Sixth Finger,
Yellowson,
Essential Logic,
Average White Band,
Brick,
Jacob Miller,
the Bar-Kays,
Alphaville,
Ludus,
Shuggie Otis,
Sonic Youth,
Unrelated Segments,
Banda Bassotti,
Rapeman,
the Association,
Yazoo,
Big Daddy Kane,
AZ,
Suicide,
Deadbeat,
Marvin Gaye,
Index,
Skaos,
Fluxion,
EPMD,
The Associates,
Oneida,
Outsiders,
The Divine Comedy,
Bobby Sherman,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Nik Kershaw,
The Grass Roots,
Severed Heads,
The Velvet Underground,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Doobie Brothers, The Doobie Brothers, The Doobie Brothers, The Doobie Brothers.
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.