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 Kazakhstan and from Winnipeg.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Matthew Bourne to the rock kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Traffic Nightmare. All the underground hits.
All The Doors tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Zero Boys 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joe Smooth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Amon Düül II,
The Sonics,
Drexciya,
Von Mondo,
Derrick Morgan,
Jacques Brel,
Zero Boys,
Ituana,
JFA,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Terry Callier,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Q and Not U,
Unrelated Segments,
The United States of America,
Visage,
Isaac Hayes,
Lee Hazlewood,
David Axelrod,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Clear Light,
Depeche Mode,
Gang Starr,
Ronnie Foster,
Kerrie Biddell,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Barracudas,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Jeru the Damaja,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Electric Prunes,
Bob Dylan,
Icehouse,
Ludus,
Lou Reed,
Hasil Adkins,
Arthur Verocai,
Rites of Spring,
The Monks,
Das Ding,
The Alarm Clocks,
Agent Orange,
The Angels of Light,
Duran Duran,
Accadde A,
The Residents,
Dennis Brown,
Glambeats Corp.,
Ultra Naté,
Fela Kuti,
Harry Pussy,
The Dirtbombs,
Joey Negro,
Eddi Front,
Darondo,
Smog,
Albert Ayler,
Cluster,
Johnny Osbourne,
Slave,
Pagans,
Little Man, Little Man, Little Man, Little Man.
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.