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 Moldova and from Woodstock.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 sitar 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 Pantytec to the rock 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 The Detroit Cobras. All the underground hits.
All The Shadows of Knight tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Audionom record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Goldenarms,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Warsaw,
Stockholm Monsters,
Lindisfarne,
Metal Thangz,
Depeche Mode,
Liliput,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Delon & Dalcan,
Kenny Larkin,
Roy Ayers,
Dual Sessions,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Bill Wells,
Con Funk Shun,
Stiv Bators,
Cymande,
Lightning Bolt,
The Smiths,
Al Stewart,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Los Fastidios,
Lucky Dragons,
Lou Christie,
Jacques Brel,
Amon Düül II,
Scratch Acid,
Lou Reed,
Max Romeo,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Toni Rubio,
Ten City,
Davy DMX,
Motorama,
The Fortunes,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
This Heat,
Interpol,
Soul Sonic Force,
Livin' Joy,
The Velvet Underground,
Nils Olav,
The Remains,
Lungfish,
Fad Gadget,
MC5,
Eurythmics,
Johnny Clarke,
Ralphi Rosario,
China Crisis,
Curtis Mayfield,
Suicide,
Alice Coltrane,
Barrington Levy,
Harpers Bizarre,
DJ Style,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Soulsonic Force,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Funkadelic, Funkadelic, Funkadelic, Funkadelic.
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.