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 Senegal and from Taipei.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 guitar 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 H. Thieme to the crunk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Loose Ends. All the underground hits.
All Howard Jones tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Country Joe & The Fish 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Davy DMX 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?
The Associates,
Jeff Lynne,
Isaac Hayes,
Quadrant,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Kurtis Blow,
T.S.O.L.,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Sun Ra,
Shoche,
Quando Quango,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Visage,
R.M.O.,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Girls At Our Best!,
Country Teasers,
Chrome,
Nirvana,
LL Cool J,
Radiohead,
ABBA,
The Pretty Things,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Kool Moe Dee,
Jawbox,
Scan 7,
Faraquet,
Underground Resistance,
The Fugs,
DJ Sneak,
Marmalade,
The Selecter,
Au Pairs,
Aural Exciters,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Technova,
Cal Tjader,
Traffic Nightmare,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Fortunes,
8 Eyed Spy,
Alton Ellis,
Toni Rubio,
Barclay James Harvest,
Marshall Jefferson,
Radio Birdman,
Gang Gang Dance,
Bobby Sherman,
Mo-Dettes,
Second Layer,
Avey Tare,
Cybotron,
Rites of Spring,
The Monks,
The Seeds,
The Smoke,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Trumans Water,
Joe Smooth,
T. Rex,
Mary Jane Girls,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family, Angels of Light & Akron/Family, Angels of Light & Akron/Family, Angels of Light & Akron/Family.
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.