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 Lesotho and from Columbus.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Jeff Mills to the electroclash 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 The Durutti Column. All the underground hits.
All Icehouse tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Section 25 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 linndrum and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a London Community Gospel Choir record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tubeway Army,
Echospace,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
In Retrospect,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Gang of Four,
The Wake,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Rhythm & Sound,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Amazonics,
The Gun Club,
Guru Guru,
Throbbing Gristle,
X-102,
The Monochrome Set,
LL Cool J,
a-ha,
Jimmy McGriff,
Yaz,
Pole,
Warsaw,
The Beau Brummels,
Heaven 17,
Barrington Levy,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Pagans,
Easy Going,
The Saints,
ABC,
Camouflage,
Gang Gang Dance,
Lindisfarne,
Banda Bassotti,
Dark Day,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Lee Hazlewood,
Mark Hollis,
Sarah Menescal,
Quadrant,
Y Pants,
James White and The Blacks,
Lalann,
Kayak,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Sound Behaviour,
The Associates,
The Slits,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Ten City,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
EPMD,
Chris Corsano,
Ohio Players,
Tears for Fears,
Animal Collective,
Intrusion,
Japan,
Patti Smith,
London Community Gospel Choir,
World's Most,
Marvin Gaye,
The Birthday Party,
These Immortal Souls, These Immortal Souls, These Immortal Souls, These Immortal Souls.
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.