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 Guinea and from Mumbai.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 mellotron 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 The Zeros to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 The Dirtbombs. All the underground hits.
All Sarah Menescal tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hoover record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Television Personalities record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mandrill,
Zapp,
Jandek,
Sandy B,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Gun Club,
The Doobie Brothers,
Scratch Acid,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
X-101,
Sonny Sharrock,
Kenny Larkin,
Bluetip,
Sugar Minott,
Eurythmics,
Toni Rubio,
Liliput,
Lalann,
Jacques Brel,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Soul Sonic Force,
Graham Central Station,
Wire,
Joy Division,
PIL,
Banda Bassotti,
Bobby Womack,
EPMD,
Grauzone,
Soft Machine,
Howard Jones,
Gregory Isaacs,
Steve Hackett,
The Count Five,
Dawn Penn,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Ten City,
Cecil Taylor,
Lyres,
Alison Limerick,
Marshall Jefferson,
Marine Girls,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Terry Callier,
New York Dolls,
The Move,
The Seeds,
Barry Ungar,
the Association,
Marvin Gaye,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
ABC,
Colin Newman,
UT,
Procol Harum,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Last Poets,
Chrome,
The Wake,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The New Christs, The New Christs, The New Christs, The New Christs.
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.