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 Sri Lanka and from Bologna.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Agent Orange to the dance 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 Niagra. All the underground hits.
All The Human League tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bizarre Inc. record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cluster record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Kerri Chandler,
Maurizio,
Amon Düül,
Gastr Del Sol,
Pole,
The Evens,
The Fire Engines,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Symarip,
The Music Machine,
The Doobie Brothers,
Depeche Mode,
The Slackers,
Roy Ayers,
Rosa Yemen,
Ohio Players,
Parry Music,
Pere Ubu,
Robert Hood,
Lightning Bolt,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Niagra,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Count Five,
These Immortal Souls,
Bob Dylan,
Throbbing Gristle,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Fall,
Fad Gadget,
Motorama,
Soul II Soul,
The Dirtbombs,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Sound,
Magma,
Jacob Miller,
Bizarre Inc.,
Trumans Water,
Bush Tetras,
The Move,
Eric B and Rakim,
Crispian St. Peters,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
A Certain Ratio,
Tubeway Army,
Danielle Patucci,
David McCallum,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Shuggie Otis,
Freddie Wadling,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Zeros,
Pagans,
Crooked Eye,
Dawn Penn,
Bobby Byrd, Bobby Byrd, Bobby Byrd, Bobby Byrd.
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.