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 China and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle show in London.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the organ 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 Lizzy Mercier Descloux to the electroclash 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 Bizarre Inc.. All the underground hits.
All Roxette tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eric B and Rakim record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Cosmic Jokers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pole,
Flipper,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Fad Gadget,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Fire Engines,
Brand Nubian,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Modern Lovers,
The Smoke,
Echospace,
Saccharine Trust,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Fugs,
Funkadelic,
Arab on Radar,
The Buckinghams,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Grauzone,
Nirvana,
The Electric Prunes,
Glenn Branca,
Michelle Simonal,
Fela Kuti,
Soft Cell,
UT,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Lalann,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Radio Birdman,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Khruangbin,
Bobby Byrd,
Curtis Mayfield,
Silicon Teens,
The Real Kids,
Matthew Halsall,
Gregory Isaacs,
Angry Samoans,
Jacob Miller,
Lindisfarne,
John Holt,
Nils Olav,
Mars,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
K-Klass,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Tropical Tobacco,
Cheater Slicks,
Deadbeat,
Pharoah Sanders,
Procol Harum,
Roger Hodgson,
The Durutti Column,
The Blackbyrds,
The Techniques,
Mary Jane Girls,
Amon Düül II, Amon Düül II, Amon Düül II, Amon Düül II.
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.