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 Bulgaria and from Glasgow.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 cv313 to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Swans. All the underground hits.
All Anthony Braxton tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Golliwogs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Gories record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Skriet,
Johnny Clarke,
Guru Guru,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Althea and Donna,
Buzzcocks,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Roxy Music,
X-Ray Spex,
Cameo,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Intrusion,
FM Einheit,
Television,
Mr. Review,
The Slits,
Ornette Coleman,
Malaria!,
Audionom,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Deepchord,
The Mummies,
Ultimate Spinach,
Moss Icon,
Marvin Gaye,
The Gories,
Absolute Body Control,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Peter and Kerry,
Hardrive,
Eric Dolphy,
Popol Vuh,
Zero Boys,
Slick Rick,
Siglo XX,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Dave Clark Five,
Warsaw,
U.S. Maple,
Bootsy Collins,
Terrestrial Tones,
Amon Düül II,
Susan Cadogan,
Boogie Down Productions,
Thee Headcoats,
Dead Boys,
Radio Birdman,
Erasure,
Amon Düül,
Rapeman,
The Names,
Stiv Bators,
Make Up,
Hot Snakes,
Sixth Finger,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Organ,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Tommy Roe, Tommy Roe, Tommy Roe, Tommy Roe.
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.