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 China and from Madrid.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 clarinet 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 Rotary Connection to the rock 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 Rakim. All the underground hits.
All MC5 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crooked Eye record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Main Source record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb 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 Normal,
Rekid,
Deepchord,
Yazoo,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Severed Heads,
Aloha Tigers,
The Tremeloes,
Saccharine Trust,
Icehouse,
Groovy Waters,
Barrington Levy,
The Real Kids,
Hot Snakes,
the Soft Cell,
Stiv Bators,
Shuggie Otis,
Minnie Riperton,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Modern Lovers,
Donald Byrd,
Crooked Eye,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Jeru the Damaja,
Cluster,
Technova,
Ronan,
Cecil Taylor,
Smog,
The Monks,
Lyres,
Bang On A Can,
The Index,
Metal Thangz,
New Order,
Connie Case,
John Holt,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Jeff Mills,
AZ,
Vainqueur,
Gerry Rafferty,
Dorothy Ashby,
Terry Callier,
Mary Jane Girls,
Joyce Sims,
Scan 7,
Ten City,
Arthur Verocai,
Y Pants,
Brothers Johnson,
Joe Smooth,
Thee Headcoats,
Tomorrow,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Cowsills,
Marcia Griffiths,
Gichy Dan,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Rosa Yemen,
Eric Copeland,
Alison Limerick, Alison Limerick, Alison Limerick, Alison Limerick.
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.