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 Latvia and from Spokane.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 oboe 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 The Kinks to the grime 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 Bronski Beat. All the underground hits.
All The Sisters of Mercy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Franke record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
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 The Men They Couldn't Hang record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Excepter,
Eric Dolphy,
Soul II Soul,
Sight & Sound,
Johnny Osbourne,
Sonic Youth,
Dave Gahan,
Wally Richardson,
Scrapy,
Marvin Gaye,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Albert Ayler,
Unrelated Segments,
Morten Harket,
The Moody Blues,
Kevin Saunderson,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Sonny Sharrock,
Fatback Band,
the Fania All-Stars,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Rosa Yemen,
Livin' Joy,
Marmalade,
Scan 7,
Crash Course in Science,
The Detroit Cobras,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Icehouse,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Audionom,
Archie Shepp,
Drive Like Jehu,
MC5,
Freddie Wadling,
Lucky Dragons,
Robert Görl,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Yellowson,
Magazine,
Neu!,
Outsiders,
Mad Mike,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Last Poets,
Moss Icon,
Mark Hollis,
Hasil Adkins,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Television Personalities,
New Order,
Youth Brigade,
Boredoms,
The Walker Brothers,
Quantec,
Fluxion,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
LL Cool J,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Bobby Womack,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Jimmy McGriff, Jimmy McGriff, Jimmy McGriff, Jimmy McGriff.
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.