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 Seychelles and from Manchester.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 Tom Verlaine 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 Alton Ellis to the grime kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Babytalk. All the underground hits.
All Junior Murvin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Names record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
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 Jesper Dahlback record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Todd Terry,
Erasure,
the Swans,
Freddie Wadling,
Flamin' Groovies,
Pole,
Rekid,
Graham Central Station,
The Count Five,
Kenny Larkin,
Qualms,
The Gladiators,
Henry Cow,
Faust,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Kurtis Blow,
Black Sheep,
Skriet,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Tubeway Army,
Public Enemy,
MC5,
Dark Day,
Bill Near,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Trojans,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Associates,
Urselle,
The Wake,
Dawn Penn,
Arcadia,
Essential Logic,
Alton Ellis,
Animal Collective,
Hot Snakes,
Nick Fraelich,
Joensuu 1685,
cv313,
Idris Muhammad,
Ponytail,
Jacques Brel,
Mark Hollis,
The Fuzztones,
Interpol,
Zero Boys,
Infiniti,
The Selecter,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Jerry's Kids,
Gang Starr,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Yaz,
Isaac Hayes,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Lalo Schifrin,
Simply Red,
the Soft Cell, the Soft Cell, the Soft Cell, the Soft Cell.
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.