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 Poland and from Winnipeg.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Simply Red to the techno 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 New Age Steppers. All the underground hits.
All The Tremeloes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every DJ Style record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 guitar and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a FM Einheit record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Boredoms,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Wasted Youth,
Icehouse,
Q65,
L. Decosne,
T. Rex,
Scientists,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Mojo Men,
Eric Dolphy,
Zapp,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Cecil Taylor,
Frankie Knuckles,
Bang On A Can,
Model 500,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Fatback Band,
Fela Kuti,
Skarface,
Rotary Connection,
the Bar-Kays,
David Bowie,
June of 44,
Morten Harket,
The Gun Club,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Jeru the Damaja,
Sun City Girls,
Bob Dylan,
Alison Limerick,
X-101,
Lou Reed,
Soul II Soul,
Darondo,
The Knickerbockers,
K-Klass,
John Lydon,
Magma,
Derrick Morgan,
The Remains,
Clear Light,
The Slackers,
Schoolly D,
PIL,
Chrome,
KRS-One,
Lalo Schifrin,
Skriet,
Alton Ellis,
The Divine Comedy,
Main Source,
Yazoo,
X-102,
Fat Boys,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Oneida,
Bobby Womack,
Chris & Cosey,
Sex Pistols, Sex Pistols, Sex Pistols, Sex Pistols.
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.