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 Uganda and from Paris.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Amazonics to the disco kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Wings. All the underground hits.
All Second Layer tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Godley & Creme record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Little Man record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Holt,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Panda Bear,
Lou Christie,
Albert Ayler,
Scrapy,
Charles Mingus,
Sonic Youth,
kango's stein massive,
Joe Smooth,
DJ Style,
Supertramp,
the Slits,
the Fania All-Stars,
Section 25,
the Human League,
B.T. Express,
Gregory Isaacs,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Kurtis Blow,
Oblivians,
Guru Guru,
Connie Case,
Mandrill,
Gang of Four,
Skaos,
Index,
The Evens,
Vladislav Delay,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
PIL,
Cameo,
Siglo XX,
The Vogues,
Nico,
Iggy Pop,
The Cowsills,
The Flesh Eaters,
Sällskapet,
Cheater Slicks,
The Busters,
Faust,
the Bar-Kays,
MC5,
Young Marble Giants,
The United States of America,
R.M.O.,
Grandmaster Flash,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Grey Daturas,
The Gladiators,
These Immortal Souls,
Howard Jones,
The Associates,
The Saints,
Fear,
Slave,
Hot Snakes, Hot Snakes, Hot Snakes, Hot Snakes.
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.