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 Cuba and from Tokyo.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Pylon to the punk 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 Alison Limerick. All the underground hits.
All Yaz tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Steve Hackett 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Gap Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
MC5,
One Last Wish,
World's Most,
Chris & Cosey,
The Standells,
The Names,
The Offenders,
DNA,
Scrapy,
Maurizio,
Saccharine Trust,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Remains,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Brick,
The Litter,
Rufus Thomas,
The Zeros,
Los Fastidios,
Nik Kershaw,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Black Sheep,
Kurtis Blow,
Slave,
Q and Not U,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Iggy Pop,
Kevin Saunderson,
Soul II Soul,
Man Parrish,
Stiv Bators,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Doobie Brothers,
Ultra Naté,
Panda Bear,
B.T. Express,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Reagan Youth,
Terry Callier,
Quadrant,
Cecil Taylor,
Simply Red,
Skaos,
Amazonics,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Schoolly D,
Mantronix,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Oblivians,
Soft Machine,
Newcleus,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Magazine,
The Victims,
Young Marble Giants,
Sugar Minott,
Eve St. Jones,
The Doors,
The Blackbyrds,
Alphaville,
The Monks, The Monks, The Monks, The Monks.
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.