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 Philippines and from Winnipeg.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 spring reverb 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 Vaughan Mason & Crew to the rap kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Pet Shop Boys. All the underground hits.
All Television tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Associates record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 marimba and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a F. McDonald record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Mummies,
Suburban Knight,
Skriet,
Prince Buster,
The Trojans,
Aural Exciters,
Mantronix,
Gong,
A Certain Ratio,
The Remains,
Avey Tare,
Nas,
Derrick Morgan,
This Heat,
Mad Mike,
Quando Quango,
Country Joe & The Fish,
China Crisis,
Joensuu 1685,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Von Mondo,
Rhythm & Sound,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Kenny Larkin,
Echospace,
OOIOO,
Harmonia,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Young Rascals,
The Fuzztones,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Minor Threat,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Throbbing Gristle,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Agitation Free,
The Pop Group,
Metal Thangz,
Livin' Joy,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Nico,
Donald Byrd,
The Stooges,
Soft Machine,
Man Parrish,
Second Layer,
Oblivians,
Junior Murvin,
Ken Boothe,
Delon & Dalcan,
Peter & Gordon,
Oneida,
Lou Christie,
Marshall Jefferson,
Au Pairs,
Suicide,
Barbara Tucker,
Crispian St. Peters,
Tim Buckley,
The Smiths,
Sonny Sharrock, Sonny Sharrock, Sonny Sharrock, Sonny Sharrock.
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.