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 Philadelphia.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 Jesper Dahlback to the dance 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 Joyce Sims. All the underground hits.
All Hot Snakes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Music Machine 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Vogues record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Quantec,
Bad Manners,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Cybotron,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Archie Shepp,
Eric Copeland,
The Gladiators,
Khruangbin,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Shuggie Otis,
Funkadelic,
Massinfluence,
Pere Ubu,
Andrew Hill,
David Bowie,
Aswad,
Glambeats Corp.,
Agent Orange,
Neil Young,
Qualms,
Zapp,
Joe Finger,
The Raincoats,
Eric B and Rakim,
Soulsonic Force,
Joe Smooth,
Pagans,
Joy Division,
John Holt,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Mojo Men,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Yazoo,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
OOIOO,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Seeds,
Hardrive,
Angry Samoans,
Graham Central Station,
Hashim,
T. Rex,
Crooked Eye,
Kool Moe Dee,
MDC,
Audionom,
Cluster,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Gang Gang Dance,
Prince Buster,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Standells,
Roy Ayers,
Danielle Patucci,
Black Flag,
FM Einheit, FM Einheit, FM Einheit, FM Einheit.
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.