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 Tunisia and from Accra.
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 Accra and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 güiro 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 New Order to the dance kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Neil Young. All the underground hits.
All John Foxx tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Human League record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a ABBA record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Holt,
The Dead C,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Mr. Review,
Minor Threat,
Crispian St. Peters,
Ponytail,
Agent Orange,
Eli Mardock,
The Alarm Clocks,
Laurel Aitken,
Alton Ellis,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
In Retrospect,
Gang Gang Dance,
Danielle Patucci,
Infiniti,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Barracudas,
Rekid,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
T. Rex,
Patti Smith,
Albert Ayler,
Swans,
Amon Düül,
Schoolly D,
The Grass Roots,
Siglo XX,
Crispy Ambulance,
Desert Stars,
Circle Jerks,
Althea and Donna,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Dennis Brown,
D'Angelo,
The Blackbyrds,
Aaron Thompson,
Todd Rundgren,
Hardrive,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
John Cale,
Outsiders,
Pylon,
Section 25,
Soul II Soul,
Japan,
Banda Bassotti,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Pantaleimon,
Marcia Griffiths,
Harpers Bizarre,
Dorothy Ashby,
Mo-Dettes,
Fear,
Subhumans,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Half Japanese,
Robert Wyatt,
The Modern Lovers,
Camberwell Now,
Stockholm Monsters,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Joe Smooth, Joe Smooth, Joe Smooth, Joe Smooth.
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.