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 Uruguay and from Winnipeg.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 spring reverb 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 Patti Smith to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Associates. All the underground hits.
All Niagra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Das Ding record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an organ 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 chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Durutti Column,
Black Moon,
Aswad,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Whodini,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Moss Icon,
Quantec,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Lou Reed,
The Tremeloes,
X-101,
Surgeon,
Isaac Hayes,
Little Man,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Marcia Griffiths,
Shuggie Otis,
Quadrant,
OOIOO,
Marshall Jefferson,
Andrew Hill,
Y Pants,
Eric Dolphy,
The Golliwogs,
Radiopuhelimet,
Saccharine Trust,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Motorama,
Skriet,
Grauzone,
Panda Bear,
The Skatalites,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Chris & Cosey,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
the Swans,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
kango's stein massive,
Rod Modell,
Tomorrow,
Dorothy Ashby,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Supertramp,
John Lydon,
Basic Channel,
Sexual Harrassment,
Pagans,
Slave,
Bill Near,
Dawn Penn,
John Holt,
A Certain Ratio,
The Associates,
The Doors,
Wolf Eyes,
Duran Duran,
Charles Mingus,
UT,
The Grass Roots,
Siglo XX, Siglo XX, Siglo XX, Siglo XX.
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.