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 Haiti and from Delhi.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 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 Marcia Griffiths to the electroclash 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 Justin Hinds & The Dominoes. All the underground hits.
All Dennis Brown tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jeff Lynne record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Alice Coltrane record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
JFA,
Flipper,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Buckinghams,
A Certain Ratio,
Intrusion,
Simply Red,
Derrick May,
L. Decosne,
Roger Hodgson,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Boredoms,
Eve St. Jones,
Visage,
Aaron Thompson,
Charles Mingus,
Mission of Burma,
David Axelrod,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Altered Images,
Harry Pussy,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Ultravox,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Gap Band,
Soft Cell,
Skriet,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Smoke,
Gang Starr,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Drexciya,
Chrome,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Dirtbombs,
Depeche Mode,
Pantytec,
Loose Ends,
Reuben Wilson,
Newcleus,
Amazonics,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Harpers Bizarre,
Trumans Water,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Jeff Lynne,
Fear,
Angry Samoans,
Maurizio,
Blossom Toes,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Index,
Vainqueur,
Country Teasers,
Grey Daturas,
Aloha Tigers,
Saccharine Trust,
Section 25, Section 25, Section 25, Section 25.
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.