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 Ghana and from Sao Paulo.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 arpeggiator 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 Byron Stingily to the dance 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 Kurtis Blow. All the underground hits.
All Cal Tjader tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bluetip record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 spring reverb and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Golliwogs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Minutemen,
Qualms,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Skriet,
Pagans,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Curtis Mayfield,
E-Dancer,
Cal Tjader,
Mary Jane Girls,
Monolake,
Flipper,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Moss Icon,
Marvin Gaye,
Joy Division,
Josef K,
The Slits,
Aural Exciters,
Theoretical Girls,
Inner City,
Duran Duran,
Danielle Patucci,
Black Bananas,
Vainqueur,
Zapp,
Dawn Penn,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Lalo Schifrin,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Brand Nubian,
Man Parrish,
Neu!,
The Associates,
Donny Hathaway,
Echospace,
Underground Resistance,
Reagan Youth,
Johnny Osbourne,
New York Dolls,
Marine Girls,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Excepter,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Alison Limerick,
Piero Umiliani,
Eric Dolphy,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Ken Boothe,
Jeff Lynne,
Severed Heads,
Wally Richardson,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Toni Rubio,
The Evens,
Sister Nancy,
Aswad,
Judy Mowatt,
The Cramps,
Bizarre Inc.,
CMW, CMW, CMW, CMW.
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.