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 Norway and from Madrid.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Philadelphia.
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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Pere Ubu to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 PIL. All the underground hits.
All The Music Machine tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sam Rivers 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a It's A Beautiful Day record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Litter,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Pulsallama,
Kool Moe Dee,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Kerri Chandler,
Isaac Hayes,
Laurel Aitken,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Count Five,
Sandy B,
Roy Ayers,
Youth Brigade,
Oneida,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Lungfish,
Tears for Fears,
The Fall,
Barry Ungar,
Hoover,
Rufus Thomas,
The Buckinghams,
the Soft Cell,
The Real Kids,
Joe Smooth,
Ossler,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Fatback Band,
Funkadelic,
Bad Manners,
Girls At Our Best!,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Spandau Ballet,
New Age Steppers,
Avey Tare,
Country Teasers,
B.T. Express,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Happenings,
The Beau Brummels,
Prince Buster,
Bill Near,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Invisible,
Alison Limerick,
Black Sheep,
Gichy Dan,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Red Krayola,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Donald Byrd,
The Stooges,
Brass Construction,
Black Flag,
Angry Samoans,
X-102,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Albert Ayler,
Echospace, Echospace, Echospace, Echospace.
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.