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 Cuba and from Copenhagen.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 Michael McDonald 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 Blancmange to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Ice-T. All the underground hits.
All Outsiders tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Whodini 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Matthew Bourne record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Lebanon Hanover,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Pussy Galore,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Deadbeat,
Easy Going,
Silicon Teens,
Quadrant,
James White and The Blacks,
Barbara Tucker,
Ohio Players,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Mantronix,
Ponytail,
Swans,
Bob Dylan,
The Residents,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Cluster,
Pantaleimon,
Fort Wilson Riot,
FM Einheit,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Y Pants,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Crooked Eye,
Heaven 17,
Robert Wyatt,
Wasted Youth,
The Moleskins,
Bad Manners,
Television Personalities,
Motorama,
Alice Coltrane,
The New Christs,
Arcadia,
Eve St. Jones,
Al Stewart,
Camberwell Now,
The Gun Club,
The Cowsills,
Pylon,
Tears for Fears,
Babytalk,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Rekid,
Saccharine Trust,
Spandau Ballet,
Deepchord,
Circle Jerks,
Pantytec,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Golliwogs,
Jimmy McGriff,
L. Decosne,
Urselle,
The Buckinghams,
The Pretty Things,
Brand Nubian,
China Crisis,
Model 500,
New York Dolls, New York Dolls, New York Dolls, New York Dolls.
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.