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 Iraq and from Sao Paulo.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Slits to the rock kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Harpers Bizarre. All the underground hits.
All Manfred Mann's Earth Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kurtis Blow record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 harpsichord and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Subhumans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
DNA,
Japan,
Crime,
Ice-T,
Funkadelic,
The Leaves,
Cybotron,
Siglo XX,
Moebius,
Blossom Toes,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Los Fastidios,
Fluxion,
The Cramps,
Dawn Penn,
Bootsy Collins,
Flash Fearless,
ABC,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Bobby Womack,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Davy DMX,
Nas,
Radio Birdman,
Arcadia,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Flamin' Groovies,
FM Einheit,
Monolake,
Index,
Roxy Music,
Man Parrish,
Procol Harum,
Aaron Thompson,
The Red Krayola,
Minnie Riperton,
Tom Boy,
Lou Christie,
Surgeon,
Angry Samoans,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
cv313,
Gregory Isaacs,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Newcleus,
John Lydon,
Drive Like Jehu,
Soul II Soul,
The Smiths,
Slick Rick,
MDC,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Blues Magoos,
Eric B and Rakim,
Rekid,
Faust,
The Gories,
Sarah Menescal,
Cal Tjader,
Parry Music,
The Sound,
Jawbox, Jawbox, Jawbox, Jawbox.
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.