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 Guinea-Bissau and from Delhi.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 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 Fear to the grime kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Das Ding. All the underground hits.
All Notorious Big And Bone Thugs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Oneida record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kerrie Biddell record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Graham Central Station,
Scan 7,
Goldenarms,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Barracudas,
Black Sheep,
H. Thieme,
Scott Walker,
Ten City,
Kaleidoscope,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Flesh Eaters,
Sandy B,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Monks,
The J.B.'s,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Tim Buckley,
the Sonics,
The Gun Club,
Jeff Lynne,
Black Flag,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Desert Stars,
Dorothy Ashby,
John Holt,
Soulsonic Force,
Interpol,
Gregory Isaacs,
Steve Hackett,
JFA,
Moebius,
The Shadows of Knight,
Donald Byrd,
Kas Product,
Alice Coltrane,
Marshall Jefferson,
Chris & Cosey,
Sun City Girls,
Roy Ayers,
Gang Gang Dance,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Chrome,
Echospace,
Kool Moe Dee,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Ohio Players,
Sun Ra,
The Residents,
Country Teasers,
The Saints,
Joyce Sims,
Oneida,
Y Pants,
Outsiders,
Joensuu 1685,
Newcleus,
Mr. Review,
Kerrie Biddell, Kerrie Biddell, Kerrie Biddell, Kerrie Biddell.
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.