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 Botswana and from Calgary.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 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 The Sisters of Mercy to the jazz 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 The Velvet Underground. All the underground hits.
All Teenage Jesus and the Jerks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scrapy 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Selecter record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
KRS-One,
Sister Nancy,
The Offenders,
Lower 48,
Juan Atkins,
Panda Bear,
Eric B and Rakim,
Silicon Teens,
Rekid,
The Leaves,
Blancmange,
Cheater Slicks,
Flamin' Groovies,
Donny Hathaway,
Qualms,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Cecil Taylor,
The Black Dice,
Ultravox,
Deadbeat,
cv313,
Bootsy Collins,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Ludus,
Arab on Radar,
Siglo XX,
Roxy Music,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Newcleus,
The Shadows of Knight,
Blossom Toes,
Amazonics,
Electric Prunes,
the Bar-Kays,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
In Retrospect,
The Walker Brothers,
Fad Gadget,
Gabor Szabo,
Joy Division,
Slave,
The Trojans,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Hashim,
Scrapy,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Jeru the Damaja,
Infiniti,
ABBA,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Sexual Harrassment,
Agitation Free,
The Tremeloes,
T.S.O.L.,
Yellowson,
Robert Görl,
Metal Thangz,
Mars,
Mission of Burma,
Grandmaster Flash,
Althea and Donna,
Quando Quango,
Brick,
Aural Exciters,
Radiopuhelimet, Radiopuhelimet, Radiopuhelimet, Radiopuhelimet.
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.