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 Liberia and from Bremen.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Zapp to the grunge 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 Erykah Badu. All the underground hits.
All Archie Shepp tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Public Enemy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Henry Cow record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Selecter,
Fad Gadget,
Stockholm Monsters,
Lalo Schifrin,
Whodini,
Pulsallama,
Marcia Griffiths,
Yusef Lateef,
The Music Machine,
Silicon Teens,
Can,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Crooked Eye,
Talk Talk,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Slits,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Urselle,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Morten Harket,
Newcleus,
Supertramp,
Drive Like Jehu,
Susan Cadogan,
Eric Dolphy,
Tom Boy,
Sonny Sharrock,
Arcadia,
MDC,
Goldenarms,
Soft Cell,
Scott Walker,
Yaz,
The Dead C,
Donald Byrd,
MC5,
Minor Threat,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Kinks,
The Index,
Kaleidoscope,
Piero Umiliani,
The Raincoats,
Chris Corsano,
R.M.O.,
One Last Wish,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
David Bowie,
Magma,
Spandau Ballet,
Neu!,
Lucky Dragons,
Deepchord,
Q65,
Harpers Bizarre,
Judy Mowatt,
Byron Stingily,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Joey Negro,
Aural Exciters,
Wings, Wings, Wings, Wings.
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.