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 Ireland and from Sao Paulo.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland 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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the 808 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 Marmalade to the jazz 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 the Normal. All the underground hits.
All Das Ding tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Popol Vuh record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 snare and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lindisfarne record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jerry Gold Smith,
John Coltrane,
Anakelly,
Spoonie Gee,
Deakin,
Cecil Taylor,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Metal Thangz,
UT,
Brass Construction,
Aswad,
Mission of Burma,
48th St. Collective,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Marvin Gaye,
Agitation Free,
Qualms,
Tom Boy,
Shuggie Otis,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Connie Case,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Misunderstood,
Minny Pops,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The J.B.'s,
Oblivians,
Half Japanese,
Sonic Youth,
Circle Jerks,
Mo-Dettes,
These Immortal Souls,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Wire,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Gun Club,
Marine Girls,
The Walker Brothers,
Angry Samoans,
The Busters,
The Residents,
Sandy B,
Avey Tare,
Model 500,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
U.S. Maple,
Buzzcocks,
Brand Nubian,
Gastr Del Sol,
Spandau Ballet,
Dead Boys,
China Crisis,
Warsaw,
EPMD,
Black Moon,
Derrick May,
Joe Smooth,
Danielle Patucci,
Ten City,
Lalann,
Slave,
Procol Harum,
The Slackers, The Slackers, The Slackers, The Slackers.
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.