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 Iraq and from Johannesburg.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Bremen.
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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Robert Hood to the grime kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Technova. All the underground hits.
All Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Blossom Toes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 rhodes and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Larry & the Blue Notes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cal Tjader,
Panda Bear,
Jacob Miller,
Ash Ra Tempel,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Swell Maps,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Kurtis Blow,
Royal Trux,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Flipper,
Anakelly,
Sällskapet,
Prince Buster,
The Stooges,
Section 25,
Technova,
Basic Channel,
Matthew Halsall,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Soft Machine,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Jerry's Kids,
Johnny Clarke,
Au Pairs,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Bobby Byrd,
The Fire Engines,
Maurizio,
Flash Fearless,
Nik Kershaw,
X-Ray Spex,
Banda Bassotti,
Ten City,
Drexciya,
The Invisible,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Judy Mowatt,
John Foxx,
Ludus,
Main Source,
Rotary Connection,
Qualms,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Metal Thangz,
The Smiths,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Pere Ubu,
KRS-One,
The Busters,
Urselle,
Los Fastidios,
The Trojans,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Fall,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Flesh Eaters,
Khruangbin,
Heaven 17, Heaven 17, Heaven 17, Heaven 17.
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.