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 United States and from Woodstock.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Throbbing Gristle to the rock kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 U.S. Maple. All the underground hits.
All Rhythim Is Rhythim tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Pretty Things record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Soul Sonic Force record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
10cc,
Tomorrow,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Blues Magoos,
The Durutti Column,
Pharoah Sanders,
Essential Logic,
Altered Images,
Technova,
ABBA,
X-102,
Roxette,
Sonic Youth,
Mantronix,
Electric Prunes,
Thompson Twins,
kango's stein massive,
The Dirtbombs,
The Sisters of Mercy,
E-Dancer,
Prince Buster,
Tres Demented,
The Sonics,
Marc Almond,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
F. McDonald,
Yazoo,
The Smiths,
the Human League,
Kurtis Blow,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Qualms,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Kerri Chandler,
Josef K,
Ornette Coleman,
Faraquet,
Avey Tare,
Flash Fearless,
Connie Case,
Radiohead,
Nirvana,
Popol Vuh,
Davy DMX,
Niagra,
Nick Fraelich,
Minor Threat,
Black Bananas,
The Tremeloes,
Radio Birdman,
the Normal,
Average White Band,
Spandau Ballet,
The Fire Engines,
Lyres,
L. Decosne,
Flamin' Groovies,
Crispy Ambulance,
Half Japanese,
The Dead C,
June Days, June Days, June Days, June Days.
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.