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 Russia and from Johannesburg.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 organ 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 Heavy D & The Boyz to the rap 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 Electric Prunes. All the underground hits.
All Dead Boys tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Slits record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 theremin and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Misunderstood record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gang of Four,
Soul Sonic Force,
Sandy B,
Bang On A Can,
Nik Kershaw,
The Blackbyrds,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Massinfluence,
Severed Heads,
Crispy Ambulance,
Tomorrow,
The Barracudas,
Dark Day,
Silicon Teens,
Gong,
Alice Coltrane,
Grauzone,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Pole,
Mars,
Arab on Radar,
Ice-T,
Eric Dolphy,
Siglo XX,
Index,
Duran Duran,
cv313,
Eden Ahbez,
Main Source,
Al Stewart,
Todd Terry,
The Wake,
Colin Newman,
Joyce Sims,
Howard Jones,
Sun Ra,
Animal Collective,
The American Breed,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Cowsills,
Ohio Players,
Vainqueur,
Visage,
Gregory Isaacs,
Sam Rivers,
Anakelly,
Reuben Wilson,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Stiv Bators,
The Gories,
Ultra Naté,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Count Five,
Drexciya,
Lalann,
Black Moon,
Ultimate Spinach,
Technova,
CMW,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Joe Smooth,
Deakin, Deakin, Deakin, Deakin.
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.