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 Nigeria and from Houston.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 guitar 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 Ludus to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Prince Buster. All the underground hits.
All Barbara Tucker tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Goldenarms record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cecil Taylor record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Guru Guru,
Warren Ellis,
Mad Mike,
The Buckinghams,
Magazine,
Los Fastidios,
Mark Hollis,
Lebanon Hanover,
Eli Mardock,
U.S. Maple,
Stiv Bators,
Janne Schatter,
The Red Krayola,
Donald Byrd,
Prince Buster,
Lower 48,
Organ,
K-Klass,
Terry Callier,
Ken Boothe,
Pulsallama,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
KRS-One,
Smog,
Sister Nancy,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Beau Brummels,
Ralphi Rosario,
Derrick May,
Pole,
Electric Prunes,
Gong,
Matthew Halsall,
Television,
Ossler,
Blake Baxter,
Jeru the Damaja,
Pagans,
The Monochrome Set,
Peter & Gordon,
Moss Icon,
Aaron Thompson,
Crispian St. Peters,
Whodini,
Chris Corsano,
Mandrill,
ABC,
The Martian,
Theoretical Girls,
The Evens,
Deadbeat,
The Dead C,
Faust,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Cameo,
Andrew Hill,
The Fall,
Sugar Minott,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Max Romeo,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Barracudas,
Wolf Eyes,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Gregory Isaacs, Gregory Isaacs, Gregory Isaacs, Gregory Isaacs.
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.