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 Ukraine and from Bremen.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 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 Scratch Acid to the electroclash 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 The Doobie Brothers. All the underground hits.
All The Mighty Diamonds tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Funkadelic record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 clarinet and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Flipper record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Circle Jerks,
Model 500,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Duran Duran,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Harmonia,
Wally Richardson,
New York Dolls,
Jawbox,
D'Angelo,
Eden Ahbez,
Infiniti,
Shuggie Otis,
Drexciya,
Throbbing Gristle,
Heaven 17,
Albert Ayler,
La Düsseldorf,
a-ha,
The Move,
Parry Music,
Magma,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Iggy Pop,
Motorama,
The Knickerbockers,
Connie Case,
One Last Wish,
Jeff Mills,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Rekid,
Janne Schatter,
The Slits,
Banda Bassotti,
The Sonics,
Susan Cadogan,
Sam Rivers,
Sound Behaviour,
Soul II Soul,
Kas Product,
Pet Shop Boys,
Wings,
Barclay James Harvest,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Fire Engines,
Sight & Sound,
X-102,
The Five Americans,
Mars,
Charles Mingus,
CMW,
Bauhaus,
Country Teasers,
Crooked Eye,
Procol Harum,
Curtis Mayfield,
Organ,
These Immortal Souls,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Erykah Badu,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Quadrant,
Little Man,
Fear, Fear, Fear, Fear.
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.