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 Israel and from Tehran.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 guitar 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 Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks to the jazz 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 Freddie Wadling. All the underground hits.
All Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ajijia Myrayebe 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Standells record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Kool Moe Dee,
New Age Steppers,
The Monochrome Set,
Pylon,
Maleditus Sound,
Minny Pops,
Babytalk,
Moby Grape,
Parry Music,
Minutemen,
Y Pants,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Deakin,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Peter and Kerry,
Yazoo,
Skriet,
Suicide,
Dead Boys,
Liliput,
Pole,
Marmalade,
Neu!,
Clear Light,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Crime,
Supertramp,
Joyce Sims,
Cabaret Voltaire,
X-102,
Anakelly,
Hashim,
Steve Hackett,
Scrapy,
Radiopuhelimet,
Sparks,
Kas Product,
cv313,
The Velvet Underground,
Bush Tetras,
Curtis Mayfield,
the Human League,
Masters at Work,
Slick Rick,
Tom Boy,
Soul Sonic Force,
Lightning Bolt,
Davy DMX,
Guru Guru,
Unwound,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Golliwogs,
Mission of Burma,
Animal Collective,
Stiv Bators,
Faust,
Terrestrial Tones,
Deadbeat,
Massinfluence,
Howard Jones,
Black Moon,
Cybotron,
Kevin Saunderson,
Banda Bassotti, Banda Bassotti, Banda Bassotti, Banda Bassotti.
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.