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 Jamaica and from Tehran.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Godley & Creme to the jazz kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Camouflage. All the underground hits.
All The Pretty Things tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gregory Isaacs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cluster record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Index,
Jimmy McGriff,
Nik Kershaw,
Khruangbin,
The Doors,
Amon Düül II,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Marmalade,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Minutemen,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Kayak,
The Velvet Underground,
Eric B and Rakim,
Roger Hodgson,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Glenn Branca,
Half Japanese,
Mars,
The Toasters,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Al Stewart,
Junior Murvin,
Brick,
Qualms,
Shuggie Otis,
The Smiths,
Bob Dylan,
Mad Mike,
The Zeros,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Sound Behaviour,
Tropical Tobacco,
This Heat,
the Slits,
Steve Hackett,
Marshall Jefferson,
Sister Nancy,
Monks,
Rod Modell,
The Monks,
Pantaleimon,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Surgeon,
Basic Channel,
Tommy Roe,
T. Rex,
Soft Machine,
The Tremeloes,
Marcia Griffiths,
James White and The Blacks,
Iggy Pop,
Fluxion,
Pussy Galore,
Pierre Henry,
The American Breed,
Stetsasonic,
Flipper,
Franke,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Schoolly D, Schoolly D, Schoolly D, Schoolly D.
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.