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 Poland and from Philadelphia.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Fad Gadget to the rock kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Camouflage. All the underground hits.
All Bobby Hutcherson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dorothy Ashby record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Skarface record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fugazi,
Black Moon,
Half Japanese,
DJ Style,
Fad Gadget,
Colin Newman,
Tropical Tobacco,
Avey Tare,
Swans,
Niagra,
Black Flag,
Crash Course in Science,
Jeff Mills,
Sister Nancy,
Aswad,
Altered Images,
Quadrant,
Anakelly,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Cowsills,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Gang Starr,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Bang On A Can,
Whodini,
Duran Duran,
Joe Smooth,
Underground Resistance,
Make Up,
The Black Dice,
China Crisis,
Robert Görl,
UT,
Minutemen,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
PIL,
Bauhaus,
Joy Division,
Hasil Adkins,
Connie Case,
A Certain Ratio,
Byron Stingily,
cv313,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Negative Approach,
This Heat,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Unwound,
the Fania All-Stars,
Outsiders,
Lucky Dragons,
Roxy Music,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Doors,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Iggy Pop,
Black Pus,
Malaria!,
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.