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 Libya and from Manila.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 Tom Verlaine 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 Maleditus Sound to the rap 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 Ronnie Foster. All the underground hits.
All The Birthday Party tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jeff Lynne record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Doobie Brothers 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?
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Searchers,
Arthur Verocai,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
James White and The Blacks,
In Retrospect,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Toni Rubio,
David McCallum,
Pulsallama,
Bronski Beat,
cv313,
The Saints,
Cal Tjader,
World's Most,
Delta 5,
Arcadia,
Black Sheep,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Alton Ellis,
Deepchord,
the Sonics,
The Music Machine,
Josef K,
Procol Harum,
The Doors,
Talk Talk,
B.T. Express,
Icehouse,
Jeff Mills,
Tommy Roe,
Joyce Sims,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Graham Central Station,
Amon Düül,
Hasil Adkins,
Goldenarms,
Massinfluence,
Outsiders,
Lucky Dragons,
Dave Gahan,
Todd Rundgren,
Theoretical Girls,
Nico,
Fat Boys,
Rites of Spring,
The Young Rascals,
Organ,
Girls At Our Best!,
Lee Hazlewood,
Joe Smooth,
Marmalade,
The Evens,
The Index,
The Vogues,
The Last Poets,
Jimmy McGriff,
Kool Moe Dee,
Kevin Saunderson,
Audionom,
Scrapy,
Ken Boothe, Ken Boothe, Ken Boothe, Ken Boothe.
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.