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 Cape Verde and from Philadelphia.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Susan Cadogan to the punk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Drive Like Jehu. All the underground hits.
All Beasts of Bourbon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every DNA record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 an oboe and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Stetsasonic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eurythmics,
Cybotron,
Yazoo,
Rosa Yemen,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Laurel Aitken,
Piero Umiliani,
Cal Tjader,
Mandrill,
Patti Smith,
Eden Ahbez,
Pussy Galore,
The Happenings,
Bootsy Collins,
The Moleskins,
Faust,
The Sonics,
Parry Music,
Byron Stingily,
Simply Red,
The Moody Blues,
Tropical Tobacco,
Cymande,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Surgeon,
Mission of Burma,
Radiopuhelimet,
Grey Daturas,
Stiv Bators,
Infiniti,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Harry Pussy,
the Swans,
Black Moon,
The Grass Roots,
JFA,
Bill Wells,
David Axelrod,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Litter,
The Real Kids,
Sixth Finger,
Blake Baxter,
Eve St. Jones,
Public Image Ltd.,
Amon Düül,
Q and Not U,
Aural Exciters,
Lyres,
Grauzone,
Delon & Dalcan,
New York Dolls,
Niagra,
Eric Copeland,
Electric Prunes,
Sonic Youth,
Harmonia,
Gang Green,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Lee Hazlewood,
Buzzcocks,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Bobbi Humphrey, Bobbi Humphrey, Bobbi Humphrey, Bobbi Humphrey.
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.