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 Palau and from Glasgow.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 Robert Palmer 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 Dead Boys to the rap kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 U.S. Maple. All the underground hits.
All Eyeless In Gaza tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every June of 44 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gian Franco Pienzio record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Associates,
Al Stewart,
Joe Finger,
Rekid,
The Blackbyrds,
Marmalade,
Soulsonic Force,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Franke,
Warsaw,
Roxy Music,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Banda Bassotti,
X-102,
Wings,
Swans,
Derrick May,
Lakeside,
Faraquet,
the Germs,
The Move,
Sixth Finger,
The Fall,
Ornette Coleman,
Rites of Spring,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Bobby Hutcherson,
X-Ray Spex,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Suburban Knight,
Goldenarms,
The Buckinghams,
Mark Hollis,
Sun Ra,
Public Image Ltd.,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Sällskapet,
X-101,
Grey Daturas,
Crooked Eye,
Jacques Brel,
U.S. Maple,
Arcadia,
Archie Shepp,
The Mummies,
Oblivians,
Lalo Schifrin,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Modern Lovers,
The Kinks,
Babytalk,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Wally Richardson,
Joe Smooth,
Aaron Thompson,
Henry Cow,
Guru Guru,
Second Layer,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Techniques,
The Divine Comedy, The Divine Comedy, The Divine Comedy, The Divine Comedy.
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.