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 Netherlands and from Beijing.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Bremen.
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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Angels of Light to the punk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 UT. All the underground hits.
All Bootsy Collins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every These Immortal Souls record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Misunderstood record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tears for Fears,
Tommy Roe,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Mad Mike,
Todd Terry,
Eric Dolphy,
Country Teasers,
Television,
Avey Tare,
F. McDonald,
The Divine Comedy,
The Modern Lovers,
Junior Murvin,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Half Japanese,
the Normal,
Gerry Rafferty,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Music Machine,
Donny Hathaway,
Marvin Gaye,
Quando Quango,
Brothers Johnson,
The Slits,
48th St. Collective,
Kenny Larkin,
Alphaville,
Lebanon Hanover,
Symarip,
John Holt,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Erykah Badu,
The Dave Clark Five,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Flipper,
Rotary Connection,
Alison Limerick,
Blancmange,
Outsiders,
Circle Jerks,
Skaos,
Dead Boys,
Lower 48,
Schoolly D,
The Fire Engines,
Scrapy,
Kaleidoscope,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Warren Ellis,
X-102,
Fatback Band,
Crooked Eye,
The Last Poets,
Harry Pussy,
Gang Gang Dance,
Robert Hood,
Public Image Ltd.,
Roxette,
Von Mondo,
Gregory Isaacs,
Lakeside,
John Coltrane,
Ken Boothe, Ken Boothe, Ken Boothe, Ken Boothe.
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.