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 Madagascar and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle show in London.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Janne Schatter to the punk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Shadows of Knight. All the underground hits.
All Derrick May tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Young Rascals record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 marimba and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rufus Thomas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Barry Ungar,
Scan 7,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Circle Jerks,
June Days,
cv313,
The Raincoats,
Alphaville,
The Fall,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Unwound,
Maleditus Sound,
Camberwell Now,
The Divine Comedy,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Brass Construction,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Skriet,
Kool Moe Dee,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Fatback Band,
Theoretical Girls,
Schoolly D,
New Age Steppers,
Aloha Tigers,
Desert Stars,
The Smoke,
Wings,
Max Romeo,
Lower 48,
Intrusion,
Y Pants,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Dawn Penn,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Fluxion,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Minor Threat,
Cybotron,
Soul II Soul,
Ice-T,
Scott Walker,
Marc Almond,
The Shadows of Knight,
Scientists,
Bobby Womack,
Simply Red,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Sonic Youth,
The Golliwogs,
Erasure,
Judy Mowatt,
Anakelly,
The Remains,
Man Parrish,
The Smiths,
Rapeman,
Model 500, Model 500, Model 500, Model 500.
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.