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 Slovakia and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle show in London.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Terry Callier to the rock kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Connie Case. All the underground hits.
All Cluster tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Prince Buster record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Flesh Eaters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Anakelly,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Donny Hathaway,
Wings,
Reuben Wilson,
Archie Shepp,
Swell Maps,
MDC,
the Normal,
The Standells,
Derrick May,
Theoretical Girls,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Neil Young,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Birthday Party,
The Remains,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Young Rascals,
The Count Five,
The Wake,
Roger Hodgson,
Silicon Teens,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Selecter,
Sun Ra,
Livin' Joy,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Jacques Brel,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Leonard Cohen,
The Misunderstood,
The Music Machine,
Davy DMX,
Dennis Brown,
Unwound,
Sam Rivers,
Johnny Osbourne,
Sexual Harrassment,
Quando Quango,
Camberwell Now,
Loose Ends,
The Monks,
Parry Music,
Graham Central Station,
The Slackers,
Sällskapet,
Drive Like Jehu,
the Swans,
Wolf Eyes,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Panda Bear,
Girls At Our Best!,
Slick Rick,
The Sonics,
Niagra,
Lower 48,
Joe Finger, Joe Finger, Joe Finger, Joe Finger.
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.