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 Zambia and from Bologna.
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 Philadelphia and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 clarinet 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 Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog to the rap 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 Kool Moe Dee. All the underground hits.
All Pole tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every R.M.O. record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
B.T. Express,
Fad Gadget,
John Cale,
Mark Hollis,
Derrick Morgan,
Ronnie Foster,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Joyce Sims,
The Dave Clark Five,
Sparks,
Maleditus Sound,
The Buckinghams,
Scott Walker,
Barrington Levy,
Procol Harum,
Nation of Ulysses,
F. McDonald,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Kinks,
Sister Nancy,
The Misunderstood,
Fela Kuti,
OOIOO,
Rapeman,
The Gories,
Thee Headcoats,
The Smiths,
Boogie Down Productions,
ABBA,
Henry Cow,
Altered Images,
Neu!,
Eyeless In Gaza,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Eve St. Jones,
Oblivians,
Los Fastidios,
Dennis Brown,
Jesper Dahlback,
Graham Central Station,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Knickerbockers,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Janne Schatter,
Laurel Aitken,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Supertramp,
Banda Bassotti,
Juan Atkins,
A Certain Ratio,
Metal Thangz,
Popol Vuh,
Buzzcocks,
The Moody Blues,
Glenn Branca,
Qualms,
Minutemen,
Johnny Clarke,
Idris Muhammad, Idris Muhammad, Idris Muhammad, Idris Muhammad.
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.