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 Andorra and from Seoul.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 sitar 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 Terrestrial Tones to the dance 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 U.S. Maple. All the underground hits.
All Rapeman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Chris Corsano 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eric B and Rakim record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Los Fastidios,
Yaz,
Dawn Penn,
Eddi Front,
Freddie Wadling,
Depeche Mode,
Moby Grape,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Aloha Tigers,
Gong,
Byron Stingily,
Eurythmics,
Todd Terry,
The American Breed,
One Last Wish,
Amon Düül,
Basic Channel,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Erasure,
The Raincoats,
Blake Baxter,
Marcia Griffiths,
Iggy Pop,
Barrington Levy,
cv313,
Visage,
The Golliwogs,
Intrusion,
Nico,
Susan Cadogan,
The Tremeloes,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Mummies,
the Soft Cell,
The Toasters,
U.S. Maple,
These Immortal Souls,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Mars,
The Residents,
Qualms,
Jacob Miller,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Angels of Light,
X-101,
Icehouse,
Alison Limerick,
The Invisible,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Amon Düül II,
Pharoah Sanders,
This Heat,
Dorothy Ashby,
Excepter,
Fear,
Fela Kuti,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Index,
Bootsy Collins,
Theoretical Girls,
Zapp,
The Sound,
Joey Negro, Joey Negro, Joey Negro, Joey Negro.
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.