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 Swaziland and from Spokane.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 The Knickerbockers to the funk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Sun City Girls. All the underground hits.
All Terry Callier tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Simply Red record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Red Lorry Yellow Lorry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ludus,
Smog,
The Golliwogs,
Deakin,
Toni Rubio,
Mo-Dettes,
The Dave Clark Five,
Mark Hollis,
Organ,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Star Department,
Robert Hood,
Pantaleimon,
The Associates,
Mission of Burma,
Hashim,
Kayak,
Roy Ayers,
Mars,
Radio Birdman,
Drive Like Jehu,
Scan 7,
Jesper Dahlback,
Gang of Four,
Marshall Jefferson,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
James Chance & The Contortions,
The United States of America,
B.T. Express,
Marc Almond,
Warsaw,
Interpol,
Peter & Gordon,
Pagans,
The Real Kids,
Iggy Pop,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Pretty Things,
The Angels of Light,
The Fuzztones,
Livin' Joy,
The Skatalites,
Robert Görl,
Second Layer,
Accadde A,
Hot Snakes,
Big Daddy Kane,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Modern Lovers,
U.S. Maple,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Sixth Finger,
Flash Fearless,
Youth Brigade,
Mantronix,
Michelle Simonal,
Jacques Brel,
Thee Headcoats,
H. Thieme,
Donald Byrd,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Neil Young,
Scientists,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band, Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band, Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band, Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band.
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.