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 St Kitts & Nevis and from Jakarta.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Darondo to the grunge 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 Yaz. All the underground hits.
All The Real Kids tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pantytec 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Smog record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
T.S.O.L.,
Thompson Twins,
Basic Channel,
Suburban Knight,
Bluetip,
Tommy Roe,
The Searchers,
Section 25,
Scratch Acid,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Barrington Levy,
Jerry's Kids,
Wally Richardson,
The Real Kids,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
John Lydon,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Boredoms,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Scott Walker,
Pulsallama,
Leonard Cohen,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Terry Callier,
Altered Images,
The Gladiators,
DJ Style,
Skaos,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Alton Ellis,
Jawbox,
LL Cool J,
Joy Division,
Isaac Hayes,
Stockholm Monsters,
Al Stewart,
Symarip,
Archie Shepp,
Moby Grape,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Gichy Dan,
Ten City,
Infiniti,
Vainqueur,
Popol Vuh,
The Grass Roots,
Judy Mowatt,
E-Dancer,
The Doobie Brothers,
Scrapy,
Newcleus,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Joe Smooth,
Idris Muhammad,
Ituana,
Hardrive,
AZ,
Grandmaster Flash,
Cymande,
The Busters, The Busters, The Busters, The Busters.
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.