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 Rwanda and from Stockholm.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 synthesizer 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 The Fire Engines to the techno 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 Patti Smith. All the underground hits.
All Brand Nubian tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Last Poets 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sad Lovers and Giants record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Morten Harket,
Saccharine Trust,
Scion,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Carl Craig,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Monochrome Set,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Dirtbombs,
The Move,
Ralphi Rosario,
Ultimate Spinach,
Index,
Q and Not U,
Unwound,
Stetsasonic,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The New Christs,
Metal Thangz,
Darondo,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Harry Pussy,
Skriet,
Nas,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Shuggie Otis,
UT,
Dawn Penn,
Section 25,
The Smoke,
Sun City Girls,
The Busters,
Joyce Sims,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Lower 48,
Ultravox,
Pagans,
Outsiders,
Ossler,
Wire,
Sixth Finger,
Livin' Joy,
David McCallum,
The Angels of Light,
Flipper,
Pharoah Sanders,
Schoolly D,
Make Up,
Grauzone,
The Cramps,
Dead Boys,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Aswad,
John Cale,
Marcia Griffiths,
Aaron Thompson,
The Monks,
Erykah Badu,
Fugazi,
Albert Ayler,
Leonard Cohen,
Echospace,
Eurythmics, Eurythmics, Eurythmics, Eurythmics.
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.