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 Tonga and from Woodstock.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Bill Wells to the dance kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Sarah Menescal. All the underground hits.
All Peter and Kerry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hardrive record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Warsaw record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Second Layer,
Gastr Del Sol,
Ludus,
The Fortunes,
Pylon,
Funkadelic,
Gang Gang Dance,
Max Romeo,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Fugazi,
the Association,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Fuzztones,
Animal Collective,
kango's stein massive,
10cc,
The Knickerbockers,
Hoover,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Popol Vuh,
A Certain Ratio,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Rod Modell,
Smog,
the Human League,
Robert Wyatt,
The Last Poets,
Frankie Knuckles,
Peter & Gordon,
the Slits,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Pet Shop Boys,
Spandau Ballet,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Organ,
Henry Cow,
Pussy Galore,
the Sonics,
DJ Style,
Leonard Cohen,
The Doobie Brothers,
the Bar-Kays,
Symarip,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Gregory Isaacs,
Skaos,
Kas Product,
Erykah Badu,
Half Japanese,
Roy Ayers,
Eric Dolphy,
The Residents,
Sun Ra,
Hardrive,
The Beau Brummels,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Remains,
Warren Ellis,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Amon Düül, Amon Düül, Amon Düül, Amon Düül.
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.