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 Rwanda 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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Bologna.
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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Letta Mbulu to the disco 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 Jesper Dahlback. All the underground hits.
All Interpol tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Susan Cadogan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ice-T record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Vogues,
a-ha,
Organ,
Harpers Bizarre,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Drive Like Jehu,
Graham Central Station,
Anthony Braxton,
Gerry Rafferty,
Crime,
Skaos,
Rites of Spring,
The Offenders,
Second Layer,
Shoche,
Dawn Penn,
The Smiths,
The Durutti Column,
Sound Behaviour,
Juan Atkins,
Yaz,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Lucky Dragons,
X-101,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Pharoah Sanders,
Ludus,
Al Stewart,
Jawbox,
Drexciya,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
the Swans,
U.S. Maple,
Matthew Bourne,
Subhumans,
kango's stein massive,
Liliput,
Bad Manners,
Sarah Menescal,
Scratch Acid,
Iggy Pop,
Popol Vuh,
Nas,
Dennis Brown,
Rufus Thomas,
Fela Kuti,
Ken Boothe,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Ponytail,
Sonic Youth,
Pantytec,
Bobby Womack,
The Fire Engines,
Magma,
Terry Callier,
The Gun Club,
D'Angelo,
Fatback Band,
Niagra,
Shuggie Otis, Shuggie Otis, Shuggie Otis, Shuggie Otis.
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.