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 Belgium and from Bremen.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 harpsichord 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 The Buckinghams to the grime 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 Bobby Byrd. All the underground hits.
All Mandrill tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Basic Channel record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sight & Sound record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Velvet Underground,
Tears for Fears,
The Dave Clark Five,
ABBA,
B.T. Express,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
F. McDonald,
Mandrill,
Tommy Roe,
Unrelated Segments,
Gang of Four,
T. Rex,
Glenn Branca,
Brass Construction,
Janne Schatter,
Warren Ellis,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Livin' Joy,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Bobby Womack,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Kurtis Blow,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Black Sheep,
The Mummies,
Ultra Naté,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Kayak,
The Slits,
R.M.O.,
Ice-T,
Soft Machine,
Soulsonic Force,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Detroit Cobras,
Fugazi,
The Blues Magoos,
Visage,
Interpol,
Juan Atkins,
D'Angelo,
the Slits,
New York Dolls,
L. Decosne,
a-ha,
Marshall Jefferson,
Rekid,
U.S. Maple,
Max Romeo,
Television,
Mad Mike,
The Gun Club,
The Last Poets,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Alison Limerick,
X-101,
Electric Prunes,
Bobby Byrd,
Boredoms,
Boogie Down Productions, Boogie Down Productions, Boogie Down Productions, Boogie Down Productions.
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.