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 Malawi and from Portland.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Seoul.
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 linndrum 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 cv313 to the rap kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Larry & the Blue Notes. All the underground hits.
All Mission of Burma tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joy Division record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Echospace record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Vladislav Delay,
June Days,
Toni Rubio,
Anakelly,
Erykah Badu,
X-101,
Whodini,
Roger Hodgson,
Outsiders,
Public Image Ltd.,
Scrapy,
Grauzone,
The Pretty Things,
a-ha,
Negative Approach,
Country Teasers,
Malaria!,
Sam Rivers,
The Toasters,
DJ Sneak,
Scratch Acid,
Pet Shop Boys,
Clear Light,
The Motions,
Man Parrish,
the Bar-Kays,
Minutemen,
Dave Gahan,
Archie Shepp,
Ossler,
Robert Hood,
Main Source,
Blake Baxter,
Aloha Tigers,
Trumans Water,
Ralphi Rosario,
MDC,
Rhythm & Sound,
Pere Ubu,
The Mummies,
Unrelated Segments,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Excepter,
The Names,
Anthony Braxton,
Rakim,
Kurtis Blow,
Inner City,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Dave Clark Five,
Fear,
Tim Buckley,
Throbbing Gristle,
Bauhaus,
Rites of Spring,
Hasil Adkins,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
John Holt,
Matthew Halsall,
Barbara Tucker,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Radiohead,
The Litter, The Litter, The Litter, The Litter.
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.