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 Croatia and from Calgary.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 Robert Palmer 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 Jawbox to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 June Days. All the underground hits.
All Scan 7 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mark Hollis record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 sitar and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sixth Finger record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pussy Galore,
Minnie Riperton,
Sexual Harrassment,
Ultimate Spinach,
Pulsallama,
Underground Resistance,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Grey Daturas,
Janne Schatter,
Simply Red,
The Selecter,
The Residents,
KRS-One,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Duran Duran,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Soft Machine,
Radiohead,
Basic Channel,
Iggy Pop,
Easy Going,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Peter & Gordon,
Lucky Dragons,
Amazonics,
Clear Light,
Lalann,
The Detroit Cobras,
Audionom,
Ohio Players,
Warsaw,
Wire,
Minny Pops,
Maleditus Sound,
Fela Kuti,
Cymande,
The Five Americans,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Peter and Kerry,
Brothers Johnson,
Jandek,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Ludus,
Scott Walker,
Chris & Cosey,
The United States of America,
Maurizio,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Kinks,
Bob Dylan,
Godley & Creme,
Mars,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Young Rascals,
David Axelrod,
La Düsseldorf,
the Human League,
Michelle Simonal,
Livin' Joy,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Index, Index, Index, Index.
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.