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 Tonga and from Shanghai.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Paris.
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 spring reverb 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 Connie Case to the punk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Youth Brigade. All the underground hits.
All Aloha Tigers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Evens 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Man Parrish record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Maleditus Sound,
Spandau Ballet,
Ronan,
The Leaves,
Nation of Ulysses,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Massinfluence,
Slick Rick,
Infiniti,
Terry Callier,
Tubeway Army,
Rakim,
The Fortunes,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Gang Gang Dance,
Juan Atkins,
Kenny Larkin,
Ten City,
Man Eating Sloth,
Davy DMX,
X-Ray Spex,
Bronski Beat,
Television Personalities,
Matthew Halsall,
Carl Craig,
Black Flag,
La Düsseldorf,
Frankie Knuckles,
Freddie Wadling,
Graham Central Station,
Aloha Tigers,
Sun Ra,
Gerry Rafferty,
These Immortal Souls,
The Saints,
Rhythm & Sound,
Warren Ellis,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Derrick May,
Unwound,
Livin' Joy,
Guru Guru,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Malaria!,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Grauzone,
The Kinks,
Delta 5,
Pylon,
Fad Gadget,
Mark Hollis,
Avey Tare,
The Cowsills,
Excepter,
Sandy B,
Janne Schatter,
Prince Buster,
Rapeman,
The Durutti Column, The Durutti Column, The Durutti Column, The Durutti Column.
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.