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 Micronesia and from Houston.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Curtis Mayfield to the punk 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 Matthew Bourne. All the underground hits.
All Maleditus Sound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Suicide 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ajijia Myrayebe record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bauhaus,
The Beau Brummels,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Marc Almond,
Todd Terry,
The Gap Band,
The Durutti Column,
Absolute Body Control,
Grey Daturas,
Blossom Toes,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Sparks,
Godley & Creme,
Scott Walker,
Essential Logic,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
KRS-One,
Sonic Youth,
FM Einheit,
Roger Hodgson,
Eric Dolphy,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Trojans,
Sixth Finger,
Charles Mingus,
Q and Not U,
Kurtis Blow,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Slackers,
OOIOO,
Sight & Sound,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Associates,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Rod Modell,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Walker Brothers,
Stetsasonic,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Jacob Miller,
Dark Day,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
June Days,
Gerry Rafferty,
Eli Mardock,
Tom Boy,
Soft Cell,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Henry Cow,
Babytalk,
Thee Headcoats,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Eddi Front,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Steve Hackett,
Sister Nancy,
The Divine Comedy,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Slave,
The Buckinghams,
Rakim,
Lightning Bolt,
Moss Icon, Moss Icon, Moss Icon, Moss Icon.
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.