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 the UAE and from Shanghai.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 sitar 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 Gang of Four to the punk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Nik Kershaw. All the underground hits.
All Ultimate Spinach tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Chocolate Watch Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 an oboe and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Von Mondo,
Panda Bear,
Maurizio,
T. Rex,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Durutti Column,
Camouflage,
Prince Buster,
Joy Division,
The Fire Engines,
Lindisfarne,
Minor Threat,
MC5,
Vainqueur,
Man Parrish,
Soul Sonic Force,
Thompson Twins,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Gichy Dan,
Michelle Simonal,
Spoonie Gee,
Sister Nancy,
Suicide,
Babytalk,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Minnie Riperton,
The Misunderstood,
Slave,
Yaz,
Rod Modell,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Blues Magoos,
Agent Orange,
The Fuzztones,
Fad Gadget,
Monolake,
Newcleus,
Delta 5,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Angels of Light,
10cc,
The Trojans,
Soft Machine,
Reuben Wilson,
The Gories,
Mars,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Man Eating Sloth,
Jesper Dahlback,
Bootsy Collins,
Aural Exciters,
a-ha,
New York Dolls,
T.S.O.L.,
Sex Pistols,
Icehouse,
Rapeman,
Bizarre Inc.,
Joe Smooth,
These Immortal Souls,
Scott Walker,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Music Machine,
B.T. Express, B.T. Express, B.T. Express, B.T. Express.
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.