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 Nicaragua and from Hong Kong.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 arpeggiator 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 Teenage Jesus and the Jerks to the rap 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 Deakin. All the underground hits.
All Groovy Waters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every David McCallum record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jerry Gold Smith record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Judy Mowatt,
Joyce Sims,
The Human League,
MC5,
Youth Brigade,
Infiniti,
Althea and Donna,
Duran Duran,
The Seeds,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Visage,
Niagra,
Toni Rubio,
Pagans,
Monks,
Johnny Clarke,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Negative Approach,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Suburban Knight,
Can,
In Retrospect,
World's Most,
the Human League,
The Fortunes,
Agent Orange,
Groovy Waters,
Fugazi,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Outsiders,
Wolf Eyes,
Radio Birdman,
Cymande,
Brick,
The Divine Comedy,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Siglo XX,
June Days,
Excepter,
Lou Christie,
Black Bananas,
Mo-Dettes,
Delon & Dalcan,
Freddie Wadling,
Rod Modell,
The Fall,
Symarip,
Jesper Dahlback,
Jacob Miller,
Joe Finger,
Gabor Szabo,
Porter Ricks,
the Slits,
Barry Ungar,
Eurythmics,
The Cure,
Joey Negro,
Dave Gahan,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
John Coltrane,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Jandek,
Junior Murvin, Junior Murvin, Junior Murvin, Junior Murvin.
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.