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 Cyprus and from Manchester.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Flesh Eaters to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Camberwell Now. All the underground hits.
All Pierre Henry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobby Womack record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fort Wilson Riot record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Cure,
Slick Rick,
Howard Jones,
The Mojo Men,
Al Stewart,
The Wake,
The Divine Comedy,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Kerrie Biddell,
Pierre Henry,
Fluxion,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Sight & Sound,
Japan,
Soulsonic Force,
Freddie Wadling,
The Seeds,
T. Rex,
Agitation Free,
Rekid,
The Cowsills,
Sam Rivers,
Tropical Tobacco,
Johnny Osbourne,
Crooked Eye,
Ituana,
The Modern Lovers,
Lalann,
Pere Ubu,
Brand Nubian,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Metal Thangz,
Grauzone,
Public Image Ltd.,
Youth Brigade,
Masters at Work,
Fatback Band,
The Blues Magoos,
Matthew Halsall,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Wings,
The Last Poets,
Intrusion,
Derrick May,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Roxette,
Sandy B,
The Doobie Brothers,
Kenny Larkin,
Glenn Branca,
Lungfish,
Arcadia,
The Skatalites,
Mantronix,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Eric B and Rakim,
Make Up,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
cv313, cv313, cv313, cv313.
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.