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 Pakistan and from Lyon.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Copenhagen.
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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the sitar 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 Bauhaus to the funk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Avey Tare. All the underground hits.
All kango's stein massive tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Angels of Light record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 theremin and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Henry Cow record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Warsaw,
Max Romeo,
Pere Ubu,
World's Most,
Eden Ahbez,
B.T. Express,
Technova,
Basic Channel,
Sarah Menescal,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Cheater Slicks,
PIL,
Bobby Womack,
Unrelated Segments,
Letta Mbulu,
JFA,
The Mummies,
Gang Gang Dance,
Smog,
Piero Umiliani,
The Victims,
K-Klass,
New York Dolls,
These Immortal Souls,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Soulsonic Force,
Robert Görl,
Drive Like Jehu,
Marcia Griffiths,
H. Thieme,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Black Pus,
Junior Murvin,
Intrusion,
Excepter,
Duran Duran,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Real Kids,
The Fall,
Man Eating Sloth,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Sound,
Con Funk Shun,
Porter Ricks,
The Slits,
Matthew Halsall,
The Fire Engines,
kango's stein massive,
Pharoah Sanders,
One Last Wish,
Goldenarms,
Cecil Taylor,
Cybotron,
Gil Scott Heron,
Brick,
Jimmy McGriff,
Peter and Kerry,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Tres Demented,
Young Marble Giants,
Stetsasonic,
The Doobie Brothers,
Wasted Youth,
Subhumans, Subhumans, Subhumans, Subhumans.
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.