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 Kosovo and from Manila.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 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 N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell to the rock 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 Radiopuhelimet. All the underground hits.
All Tropical Tobacco tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Saccharine Trust 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a T. Rex record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
H. Thieme,
Chris & Cosey,
Arab on Radar,
Lee Hazlewood,
Deakin,
Tears for Fears,
Soul II Soul,
Average White Band,
Matthew Halsall,
Quadrant,
The Searchers,
Gang Starr,
June Days,
The Birthday Party,
Kaleidoscope,
Nick Fraelich,
David Axelrod,
Sarah Menescal,
Animal Collective,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Sexual Harrassment,
Marine Girls,
Terrestrial Tones,
Scott Walker,
Freddie Wadling,
Drive Like Jehu,
Lakeside,
The Victims,
Severed Heads,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Smog,
The Count Five,
Aswad,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Cramps,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Joe Finger,
The J.B.'s,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Stockholm Monsters,
the Slits,
One Last Wish,
cv313,
Donny Hathaway,
Bang On A Can,
Skaos,
Moebius,
Harry Pussy,
the Human League,
Fugazi,
the Bar-Kays,
Marshall Jefferson,
Tropical Tobacco,
Colin Newman,
Parry Music,
Niagra,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Yellowson,
The Angels of Light,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
James White and The Blacks,
Oneida,
Bootsy Collins, Bootsy Collins, Bootsy Collins, Bootsy Collins.
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.