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 Togo and from Toronto.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Johannesburg.
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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the sitar 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 Barrington Levy to the grunge kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Excepter. All the underground hits.
All Bobby Womack tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bang On A Can record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scion record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lou Christie,
Bobby Sherman,
The Victims,
Todd Rundgren,
Gang Gang Dance,
Fat Boys,
Malaria!,
Susan Cadogan,
The Birthday Party,
Roxette,
Liliput,
Tim Buckley,
James White and The Blacks,
Delta 5,
The Gap Band,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Blackbyrds,
Rotary Connection,
The Fall,
Deakin,
Cal Tjader,
Faraquet,
John Foxx,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Happenings,
New Age Steppers,
The Remains,
X-Ray Spex,
Ossler,
Massinfluence,
Patti Smith,
Buzzcocks,
MDC,
Ultimate Spinach,
Bang On A Can,
a-ha,
Lucky Dragons,
Lalann,
The Young Rascals,
Unwound,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Magma,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Mummies,
Gang Starr,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Visage,
John Coltrane,
Loose Ends,
The Gladiators,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Bizarre Inc.,
Janne Schatter,
The Tremeloes,
Lebanon Hanover,
the Association,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Evens,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Moss Icon, Moss Icon, Moss Icon, Moss Icon.
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.