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 Armenia and from Madrid.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 clarinet 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 Rhythim Is Rhythim to the dance kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Y Pants. All the underground hits.
All Fifty Foot Hose tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Q and Not U 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Faraquet record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
kango's stein massive,
Metal Thangz,
The Dead C,
Pylon,
Buzzcocks,
Neil Young,
Iggy Pop,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Von Mondo,
The Fugs,
Boz Scaggs,
cv313,
Cluster,
Smog,
Ossler,
Scott Walker,
New Order,
Al Stewart,
Con Funk Shun,
Bill Near,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Silicon Teens,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Throbbing Gristle,
Rites of Spring,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Television Personalities,
Lalann,
Donny Hathaway,
Cybotron,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Buckinghams,
Barbara Tucker,
Wasted Youth,
MDC,
Chris & Cosey,
Stiv Bators,
Nik Kershaw,
Lou Reed,
Young Marble Giants,
The Red Krayola,
Sonic Youth,
the Sonics,
Mission of Burma,
Morten Harket,
Mary Jane Girls,
Frankie Knuckles,
This Heat,
Section 25,
The Moleskins,
Susan Cadogan,
Brand Nubian,
Essential Logic,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Archie Shepp,
the Bar-Kays,
The Raincoats, The Raincoats, The Raincoats, The Raincoats.
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.