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 the UAE and from Woodstock.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Loose Ends to the dance kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 The Victims. All the underground hits.
All Jimmy McGriff tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jacob Miller record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Mojo Men record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Harmonia,
Subhumans,
Buzzcocks,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Birthday Party,
Franke,
Eric Copeland,
Model 500,
Avey Tare,
Cluster,
Gregory Isaacs,
Porter Ricks,
Ice-T,
Bobby Sherman,
the Slits,
Arab on Radar,
Sound Behaviour,
Gichy Dan,
Jeff Lynne,
Camberwell Now,
Grandmaster Flash,
Quantec,
The Gun Club,
The Names,
Prince Buster,
The Pop Group,
Bluetip,
The Angels of Light,
Skarface,
Jacob Miller,
the Soft Cell,
New Age Steppers,
Idris Muhammad,
Warsaw,
The Gories,
Susan Cadogan,
Marmalade,
Chris Corsano,
Tom Boy,
The Knickerbockers,
L. Decosne,
Masters at Work,
Erykah Badu,
Rapeman,
Wasted Youth,
The Busters,
Lee Hazlewood,
KRS-One,
The Index,
Saccharine Trust,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Be Bop Deluxe,
E-Dancer,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Unrelated Segments,
Hoover,
Clear Light,
The Selecter,
John Holt,
Eli Mardock,
Inner City,
Unwound,
The Grass Roots,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy, The Peanut Butter Conspiracy, The Peanut Butter Conspiracy, The Peanut Butter Conspiracy.
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.