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 Mozambique and from Johannesburg.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 sitar 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 Skaos to the techno kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Henry Cow. All the underground hits.
All Kas Product tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Kinks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Five Americans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes 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?
Hasil Adkins,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Vainqueur,
MC5,
The Moody Blues,
The Raincoats,
Tears for Fears,
Country Teasers,
Essential Logic,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Mad Mike,
Don Cherry,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Skriet,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Ronan,
Ohio Players,
Bauhaus,
Robert Hood,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Porter Ricks,
Q and Not U,
Morten Harket,
The Fugs,
Arthur Verocai,
Soft Cell,
Monolake,
John Lydon,
Mo-Dettes,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Zeros,
Bronski Beat,
ABC,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Gang of Four,
The Walker Brothers,
Faraquet,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Pantaleimon,
Terry Callier,
Moby Grape,
Minutemen,
Sam Rivers,
Roy Ayers,
Parry Music,
Barry Ungar,
B.T. Express,
Grey Daturas,
The Red Krayola,
John Coltrane,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Youth Brigade,
Sexual Harrassment,
Ultimate Spinach,
Minny Pops,
Television Personalities,
T.S.O.L., T.S.O.L., T.S.O.L., T.S.O.L..
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.