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 Dominica and from Cairo.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 chamberlin 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 The Evens to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Television Personalities. All the underground hits.
All The Beau Brummels tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rites of Spring 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Pop Group record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Country Teasers,
Vladislav Delay,
Groovy Waters,
Jeff Lynne,
Scion,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Brothers Johnson,
Matthew Halsall,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Jandek,
The Gun Club,
Lee Hazlewood,
Scott Walker,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Los Fastidios,
The Doobie Brothers,
Johnny Osbourne,
Sound Behaviour,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Amon Düül II,
The Residents,
Subhumans,
Metal Thangz,
Aural Exciters,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Banda Bassotti,
Shoche,
Thee Headcoats,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Circle Jerks,
Neu!,
Quando Quango,
Zapp,
Robert Wyatt,
Con Funk Shun,
The Alarm Clocks,
Kevin Saunderson,
Eddi Front,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Chris & Cosey,
Boredoms,
Bush Tetras,
Kool Moe Dee,
Unrelated Segments,
CMW,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Cowsills,
Letta Mbulu,
June Days,
Fatback Band,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Roger Hodgson,
Surgeon,
U.S. Maple,
Hot Snakes,
Cabaret Voltaire,
X-101, X-101, X-101, X-101.
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.