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 Ireland and from London.
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 Mexico City and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 spring reverb 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 Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch to the grime kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Eric Copeland. All the underground hits.
All The Buckinghams tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lalo Schifrin record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobby Womack record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Smiths,
The Birthday Party,
Aswad,
Eric Copeland,
Quantec,
Robert Görl,
Glenn Branca,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Matthew Halsall,
The Blackbyrds,
Nico,
MC5,
Connie Case,
Man Parrish,
K-Klass,
Eddi Front,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Brand Nubian,
Procol Harum,
Joe Smooth,
June Days,
Tommy Roe,
Sixth Finger,
Joyce Sims,
Kevin Saunderson,
Half Japanese,
The Names,
Roy Ayers,
The Skatalites,
The Dirtbombs,
Bobby Sherman,
Oblivians,
Metal Thangz,
Faust,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Darondo,
Clear Light,
Model 500,
10cc,
Scratch Acid,
Ponytail,
Y Pants,
Underground Resistance,
Roger Hodgson,
Pulsallama,
Lalo Schifrin,
Moby Grape,
The Gap Band,
The Doobie Brothers,
Hasil Adkins,
Television,
Bill Wells,
Freddie Wadling,
Danielle Patucci,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Soul Sonic Force,
Jesper Dahlback,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Hardrive,
Byron Stingily, Byron Stingily, Byron Stingily, Byron Stingily.
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.