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 Grenada 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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the mellotron 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 PIL to the crunk 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 Fort Wilson Riot. All the underground hits.
All Neil Young tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dead Boys record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Slits record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lucky Dragons,
Oblivians,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
LL Cool J,
Ultravox,
Pet Shop Boys,
Country Teasers,
Gang Green,
Kaleidoscope,
Bronski Beat,
Spandau Ballet,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Music Machine,
Derrick May,
Niagra,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Alice Coltrane,
The Dead C,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Rhythm & Sound,
Agent Orange,
Carl Craig,
Stereo Dub,
Silicon Teens,
Sarah Menescal,
Mo-Dettes,
F. McDonald,
Qualms,
The Gun Club,
Nation of Ulysses,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Gastr Del Sol,
John Foxx,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Robert Wyatt,
Pierre Henry,
Ronnie Foster,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Joe Finger,
Marc Almond,
Eddi Front,
Ken Boothe,
Black Moon,
Sixth Finger,
Ultimate Spinach,
Dennis Brown,
Kerri Chandler,
Kerrie Biddell,
Malaria!,
The Monochrome Set,
Minnie Riperton,
The Fall,
Marcia Griffiths,
Quando Quango,
Essential Logic,
The Motions,
Sparks,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
ABBA,
Glenn Branca,
Hoover, Hoover, Hoover, Hoover.
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.