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 Suriname and from Paris.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Rufus Thomas to the funk 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 Quantec. All the underground hits.
All Joe Finger tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Echo & the Bunnymen record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Country Joe & The Fish record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Doobie Brothers,
Don Cherry,
Basic Channel,
Bluetip,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Grey Daturas,
Sun City Girls,
Howard Jones,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Carl Craig,
Faraquet,
Panda Bear,
the Swans,
Severed Heads,
Khruangbin,
Camberwell Now,
The Motions,
Marine Girls,
The Happenings,
Drexciya,
Symarip,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Barracudas,
Black Bananas,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Fear,
Godley & Creme,
Main Source,
Scan 7,
PIL,
Lou Christie,
Mandrill,
The J.B.'s,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Hardrive,
Soul II Soul,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Girls At Our Best!,
Ken Boothe,
Robert Hood,
Massinfluence,
Crooked Eye,
Tres Demented,
the Bar-Kays,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Chrome,
The Toasters,
Sun Ra,
Agent Orange,
Lee Hazlewood,
Lou Reed,
The Trojans,
E-Dancer,
Icehouse,
Matthew Bourne,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Jawbox,
the Human League,
ABBA, ABBA, ABBA, ABBA.
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.