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 Namibia and from Glasgow.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Gang Starr to the punk 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 Whodini. All the underground hits.
All Interpol tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soul Sonic Force record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 synthesizer and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cheater Slicks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Public Image Ltd.,
Eric Dolphy,
the Association,
John Coltrane,
Kaleidoscope,
Mantronix,
Lucky Dragons,
Lee Hazlewood,
Mary Jane Girls,
Livin' Joy,
Circle Jerks,
Ohio Players,
The Monochrome Set,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Red Krayola,
Marshall Jefferson,
Talk Talk,
Aswad,
K-Klass,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Danielle Patucci,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Gong,
The Walker Brothers,
Joe Smooth,
Joensuu 1685,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Lou Christie,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Dual Sessions,
Amazonics,
X-101,
Jerry's Kids,
The Moleskins,
Dark Day,
Isaac Hayes,
Bronski Beat,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Lungfish,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Divine Comedy,
The Dirtbombs,
The Cowsills,
James White and The Blacks,
The Searchers,
Fugazi,
Masters at Work,
Gang of Four,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Residents,
Ten City,
The Motions,
Inner City,
Arcadia,
Zapp,
The Index,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Skarface,
Reuben Wilson,
The Knickerbockers,
Graham Central Station,
Peter & Gordon,
Rhythm & Sound, Rhythm & Sound, Rhythm & Sound, Rhythm & Sound.
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.