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 Belgium and from Toronto.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 linndrum 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 Stiv Bators to the disco kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Laurel Aitken. All the underground hits.
All Sly & The Family Stone tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Red Krayola record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 spring reverb and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Sheep record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Beasts of Bourbon,
Rekid,
Sister Nancy,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Judy Mowatt,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Newcleus,
Cameo,
Swans,
Moss Icon,
Swell Maps,
The Monochrome Set,
Fear,
Albert Ayler,
These Immortal Souls,
Fatback Band,
The Trojans,
The Real Kids,
LL Cool J,
Stiv Bators,
X-Ray Spex,
Guru Guru,
Section 25,
Dave Gahan,
Henry Cow,
Bill Wells,
The Modern Lovers,
Sight & Sound,
Letta Mbulu,
Joy Division,
Vainqueur,
Lyres,
Technova,
the Association,
The Residents,
China Crisis,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Gil Scott Heron,
Crime,
Brothers Johnson,
Country Teasers,
One Last Wish,
Accadde A,
Mr. Review,
Nico,
Eli Mardock,
DJ Style,
The Mojo Men,
June of 44,
The Monks,
the Slits,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Red Krayola,
Niagra,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Y Pants,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Icehouse,
The Litter,
Buzzcocks,
H. Thieme,
AZ,
Connie Case, Connie Case, Connie Case, Connie Case.
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.