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 South Sudan and from Delhi.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Hot Snakes to the funk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Kurtis Blow. All the underground hits.
All Tubeway Army tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mars 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Flamin' Groovies record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Average White Band,
Nation of Ulysses,
the Slits,
Roy Ayers,
MC5,
The Fire Engines,
Brothers Johnson,
Q65,
Banda Bassotti,
Oblivians,
Skaos,
Echospace,
A Certain Ratio,
The Real Kids,
Tim Buckley,
The Index,
Jeru the Damaja,
Rekid,
Drive Like Jehu,
Nas,
The Seeds,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Sexual Harrassment,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Letta Mbulu,
Jimmy McGriff,
Simply Red,
Sound Behaviour,
Davy DMX,
Grandmaster Flash,
Wire,
Glambeats Corp.,
Barry Ungar,
The Searchers,
X-Ray Spex,
The Mummies,
Avey Tare,
The Dead C,
Sarah Menescal,
Colin Newman,
Darondo,
The Techniques,
Blossom Toes,
The Martian,
Gil Scott Heron,
Yellowson,
Thompson Twins,
Ossler,
Angry Samoans,
Moby Grape,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Monolake,
Kool Moe Dee,
Chrome,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Inner City,
Magazine,
Surgeon,
Gerry Rafferty,
Kurtis Blow,
Jeff Mills,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Josef K, Josef K, Josef K, Josef K.
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.