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 Tonga and from Delhi.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 marimba 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 Todd Rundgren to the punk 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 Cramps. All the underground hits.
All Groovy Waters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pantaleimon 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a DJ Style record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Grass Roots,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Desert Stars,
Gong,
Altered Images,
The Happenings,
Scrapy,
Glenn Branca,
Rekid,
Minny Pops,
Nick Fraelich,
Man Parrish,
Big Daddy Kane,
Thee Headcoats,
David Bowie,
The Slits,
The Red Krayola,
R.M.O.,
Radio Birdman,
Kool Moe Dee,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Wally Richardson,
Motorama,
Robert Görl,
One Last Wish,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Flash Fearless,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Lalo Schifrin,
Robert Hood,
MDC,
Urselle,
Mr. Review,
the Association,
The Slackers,
Schoolly D,
Gerry Rafferty,
The United States of America,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Raincoats,
Jimmy McGriff,
Max Romeo,
Kayak,
World's Most,
Simply Red,
Godley & Creme,
Prince Buster,
Talk Talk,
June Days,
Donny Hathaway,
The Busters,
Warren Ellis,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Wings,
Deadbeat,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Yaz, Yaz, Yaz, Yaz.
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.