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 Kazakhstan and from Tokyo.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 theremin 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 Talk Talk to the dance kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Nik Kershaw. All the underground hits.
All Cabaret Voltaire tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Sonics record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Fugs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Drexciya,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Blackbyrds,
Bobby Sherman,
Jeff Mills,
Kayak,
Ronan,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Residents,
Laurel Aitken,
Parry Music,
Cybotron,
Piero Umiliani,
Yusef Lateef,
Ronnie Foster,
MDC,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Letta Mbulu,
The Seeds,
The Evens,
Von Mondo,
Roxette,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Easy Going,
The Gories,
Mr. Review,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Black Pus,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Vogues,
Panda Bear,
Lee Hazlewood,
Altered Images,
The Gun Club,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Babytalk,
Masters at Work,
Bobby Byrd,
The Gladiators,
Soul Sonic Force,
Joe Finger,
Dennis Brown,
Althea and Donna,
John Coltrane,
Organ,
Sexual Harrassment,
Camberwell Now,
Severed Heads,
Section 25,
Bobby Womack,
Los Fastidios,
FM Einheit,
Little Man,
Angry Samoans,
Yellowson,
T.S.O.L.,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Ludus,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Pretty Things,
The Durutti Column,
Echospace, Echospace, Echospace, Echospace.
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.