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 Comoros and from Stockholm.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Steve Hackett to the grime 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 Soul Sonic Force. All the underground hits.
All The Real Kids tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Knickerbockers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 güiro and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fad Gadget record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Archie Shepp,
Wally Richardson,
The Gap Band,
Danielle Patucci,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Moss Icon,
The Gun Club,
The Pop Group,
The Martian,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Public Enemy,
Amazonics,
Tommy Roe,
Cybotron,
Depeche Mode,
the Soft Cell,
Buzzcocks,
The Residents,
Icehouse,
The Pretty Things,
Agent Orange,
Donald Byrd,
Mission of Burma,
X-102,
The Alarm Clocks,
Stiv Bators,
The Birthday Party,
Harpers Bizarre,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Bauhaus,
The Doors,
The Detroit Cobras,
Skarface,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Ponytail,
Arab on Radar,
8 Eyed Spy,
Unrelated Segments,
The Searchers,
The Beau Brummels,
Funkadelic,
Black Bananas,
Marcia Griffiths,
Sun City Girls,
Gang Green,
Kurtis Blow,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Electric Prunes,
Con Funk Shun,
Desert Stars,
Ornette Coleman,
Adolescents,
The Red Krayola,
The Remains,
Barrington Levy,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Al Stewart,
James White and The Blacks,
Section 25,
Johnny Clarke, Johnny Clarke, Johnny Clarke, Johnny Clarke.
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.