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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 linndrum 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 Rakim to the crunk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Black Pus. All the underground hits.
All Shuggie Otis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Brothers Johnson 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Crash Course in Science record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Funky Four + One,
Traffic Nightmare,
Khruangbin,
Ituana,
The Blues Magoos,
Rekid,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Dave Gahan,
Model 500,
Mark Hollis,
Fatback Band,
Al Stewart,
Black Bananas,
John Coltrane,
Soul II Soul,
Derrick Morgan,
Minor Threat,
Idris Muhammad,
The Real Kids,
Hot Snakes,
Gang Gang Dance,
Infiniti,
Thompson Twins,
Lungfish,
Intrusion,
Swans,
Roxy Music,
Danielle Patucci,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Nils Olav,
Flash Fearless,
Blake Baxter,
The Smiths,
Barry Ungar,
The Moleskins,
Scan 7,
Soul Sonic Force,
Ponytail,
The Evens,
The Stooges,
Flipper,
Television Personalities,
Pere Ubu,
Grey Daturas,
The Black Dice,
Blossom Toes,
Gong,
Nico,
The Human League,
The Index,
Tommy Roe,
Laurel Aitken,
The Toasters,
Jeff Lynne,
Bill Wells,
KRS-One,
Leonard Cohen,
Pulsallama,
Accadde A,
Bootsy Collins,
Letta Mbulu,
Dennis Brown,
The Vogues, The Vogues, The Vogues, The Vogues.
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.