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 Jordan and from Portland.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 clarinet 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 Derrick May to the dance kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Joensuu 1685. All the underground hits.
All The Mighty Diamonds tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lou Reed & John Cale 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wings record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Underground Resistance,
The Tremeloes,
cv313,
Cluster,
Janne Schatter,
Arab on Radar,
Guru Guru,
Leonard Cohen,
Sam Rivers,
Fatback Band,
Deepchord,
La Düsseldorf,
Moebius,
the Soft Cell,
Ultimate Spinach,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Evens,
Soft Machine,
Jeff Mills,
The Zeros,
Ornette Coleman,
Negative Approach,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Wally Richardson,
Unwound,
Main Source,
Black Sheep,
Stockholm Monsters,
Blossom Toes,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Hot Snakes,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Swans,
Smog,
Nico,
Derrick Morgan,
Intrusion,
Ralphi Rosario,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Surgeon,
The Beau Brummels,
the Slits,
Infiniti,
Radio Birdman,
Rod Modell,
Eve St. Jones,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Bill Wells,
Nik Kershaw,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Blackbyrds,
Max Romeo,
Fluxion,
Hashim,
Glambeats Corp.,
Rosa Yemen,
Kaleidoscope,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Cameo,
Sandy B, Sandy B, Sandy B, Sandy B.
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.