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 Andorra and from Bremen.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 harpsichord 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 Toni Rubio to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 The Modern Lovers. All the underground hits.
All Moebius tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kenny Larkin record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Funkadelic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Busters,
Kerri Chandler,
Crispy Ambulance,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Searchers,
Desert Stars,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Martian,
Archie Shepp,
Blossom Toes,
The Detroit Cobras,
Iggy Pop,
Monks,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Bobby Womack,
The Durutti Column,
Siglo XX,
Pussy Galore,
Blancmange,
The Gun Club,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Electric Prunes,
The Smiths,
The Move,
Reagan Youth,
The Slackers,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Motorama,
Henry Cow,
Theoretical Girls,
Aswad,
Al Stewart,
Camouflage,
Fat Boys,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Visage,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Von Mondo,
Sparks,
CMW,
Black Flag,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Barry Ungar,
Icehouse,
Barrington Levy,
The Alarm Clocks,
Letta Mbulu,
The Slits,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Altered Images,
David McCallum,
Charles Mingus,
The Cramps,
The Remains,
Lou Christie,
Minutemen,
Zero Boys,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Ponytail,
Wire, Wire, Wire, Wire.
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.