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 Djibouti and from Jakarta.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Alton Ellis to the funk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Toni Rubio. All the underground hits.
All Alton Ellis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Thompson Twins record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Fania All-Stars,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Traffic Nightmare,
Ituana,
Terrestrial Tones,
Gregory Isaacs,
Al Stewart,
Steve Hackett,
Boredoms,
Pylon,
Harry Pussy,
Sexual Harrassment,
Susan Cadogan,
Average White Band,
Altered Images,
The Shadows of Knight,
Duran Duran,
The Velvet Underground,
Scion,
Robert Hood,
Delta 5,
The Count Five,
Skarface,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Robert Görl,
Banda Bassotti,
James White and The Blacks,
The Seeds,
Lou Christie,
Delon & Dalcan,
Ossler,
Eric Copeland,
Idris Muhammad,
Throbbing Gristle,
Flipper,
Sandy B,
Camberwell Now,
Radio Birdman,
New York Dolls,
Lalann,
John Holt,
Sixth Finger,
The Knickerbockers,
Joensuu 1685,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Bluetip,
Black Bananas,
Make Up,
Kayak,
Organ,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Porter Ricks,
Lucky Dragons,
Bizarre Inc.,
John Foxx,
Stiv Bators,
Letta Mbulu,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Residents,
Bill Wells,
The Trojans,
Country Teasers,
The Modern Lovers, The Modern Lovers, The Modern Lovers, The Modern Lovers.
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.