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 Singapore and from Bologna.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 spring reverb 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 The Blues Magoos to the rock 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 Michelle Simonal. All the underground hits.
All Ken Boothe tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Yazoo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an oboe 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 linndrum and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb 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 Zeros,
Lungfish,
Toni Rubio,
New Order,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Scott Walker,
Black Bananas,
Outsiders,
Yusef Lateef,
Tres Demented,
the Slits,
Black Sheep,
Archie Shepp,
Matthew Bourne,
L. Decosne,
The Fuzztones,
The Fortunes,
MDC,
Shuggie Otis,
The Happenings,
Peter & Gordon,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Roy Ayers,
Thee Headcoats,
Lakeside,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Wake,
Wire,
Silicon Teens,
The Flesh Eaters,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Tomorrow,
The Mummies,
Au Pairs,
Derrick May,
Donny Hathaway,
Loose Ends,
The Tremeloes,
Eric Copeland,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Slackers,
The Sonics,
Adolescents,
Crash Course in Science,
Graham Central Station,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Roger Hodgson,
Moebius,
Cameo,
Whodini,
The Gun Club,
Dorothy Ashby,
the Bar-Kays,
Minny Pops,
Yazoo,
Eli Mardock,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Alton Ellis,
Rod Modell,
Procol Harum,
Warren Ellis,
Lyres, Lyres, Lyres, Lyres.
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.