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 Barbados 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 Shanghai and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 The Durutti Column to the rock kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Motorama. All the underground hits.
All The Flesh Eaters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 808 and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Johnny Clarke record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Desert Stars,
Laurel Aitken,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Cure,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Monolake,
Todd Rundgren,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Can,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Rotary Connection,
The Moleskins,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
DJ Sneak,
Eli Mardock,
Faraquet,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Jeff Mills,
Morten Harket,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Drive Like Jehu,
Donny Hathaway,
Agitation Free,
Brothers Johnson,
Eric B and Rakim,
Cheater Slicks,
Eve St. Jones,
Harmonia,
Kaleidoscope,
The Cramps,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Grey Daturas,
Scott Walker,
The Motions,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Piero Umiliani,
Excepter,
The Slackers,
Radiopuhelimet,
Ossler,
Inner City,
Pierre Henry,
Al Stewart,
Johnny Osbourne,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Funky Four + One,
Los Fastidios,
Icehouse,
JFA,
Jeff Lynne,
La Düsseldorf,
Magma,
Marcia Griffiths,
Nas,
John Lydon,
Khruangbin,
Henry Cow, Henry Cow, Henry Cow, Henry Cow.
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.