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 Thailand and from Woodstock.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 güiro 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 Men They Couldn't Hang to the funk 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 Thee Headcoats. All the underground hits.
All The Stooges tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Oneida record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 theremin and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Make Up record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
CMW,
Underground Resistance,
Iggy Pop,
the Human League,
Letta Mbulu,
The Buckinghams,
Mars,
Deepchord,
Bob Dylan,
June of 44,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Wolf Eyes,
Stiv Bators,
Mad Mike,
Alison Limerick,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Bobby Hutcherson,
John Foxx,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Smog,
Tommy Roe,
Essential Logic,
Magazine,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Index,
Roger Hodgson,
Jacob Miller,
Sonny Sharrock,
Oneida,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Flipper,
10cc,
Bobby Womack,
Mo-Dettes,
Flash Fearless,
Jeff Lynne,
Stetsasonic,
The Doobie Brothers,
Traffic Nightmare,
Deadbeat,
Blossom Toes,
Vladislav Delay,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Tropical Tobacco,
Desert Stars,
Newcleus,
Nation of Ulysses,
Moby Grape,
Rites of Spring,
Technova,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Sound,
Kas Product,
Whodini,
Barclay James Harvest, Barclay James Harvest, Barclay James Harvest, Barclay James Harvest.
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.