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 Bhutan and from Hong Kong.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 arpeggiator 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 Rakim to the electroclash 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 The Techniques. All the underground hits.
All The Techniques tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Slackers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 clarinet and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Absolute Body Control record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Susan Cadogan,
The Moody Blues,
Section 25,
Livin' Joy,
The Searchers,
Guru Guru,
In Retrospect,
Banda Bassotti,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Todd Terry,
Severed Heads,
Blake Baxter,
Scratch Acid,
The Index,
Q and Not U,
Massinfluence,
Morten Harket,
the Bar-Kays,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Inner City,
Davy DMX,
Parry Music,
Harry Pussy,
AZ,
Peter & Gordon,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Radiopuhelimet,
Buzzcocks,
The Invisible,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Scott Walker,
Bobby Byrd,
Iggy Pop,
Ohio Players,
Black Flag,
Crash Course in Science,
Pagans,
John Coltrane,
The Fuzztones,
The Mummies,
The Divine Comedy,
Lungfish,
Television,
Intrusion,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Groovy Waters,
FM Einheit,
Camberwell Now,
Barbara Tucker,
Pet Shop Boys,
Wings,
Stetsasonic,
Pantytec,
The Evens,
Carl Craig,
The Mojo Men,
Robert Wyatt,
Bobby Hutcherson,
E-Dancer,
Ash Ra Tempel,
the Normal, the Normal, the Normal, the Normal.
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.