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 Lithuania and from Seoul.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the güiro 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 Jimmy McGriff to the electroclash 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 Camberwell Now. All the underground hits.
All Jerry's Kids tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The United States of America 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Monks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Country Joe & The Fish,
Skriet,
The Moleskins,
Roy Ayers,
Unwound,
The Motions,
Throbbing Gristle,
Das Ding,
Fad Gadget,
Kerrie Biddell,
Danielle Patucci,
Ludus,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Country Teasers,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Godley & Creme,
Minnie Riperton,
Minor Threat,
Erasure,
Ronan,
Colin Newman,
The Grass Roots,
Cameo,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Max Romeo,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Circle Jerks,
Eyeless In Gaza,
D'Angelo,
The Sound,
DNA,
Hasil Adkins,
Accadde A,
Pylon,
Suicide,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Electric Prunes,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Siglo XX,
Lalann,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Little Man,
Robert Görl,
Isaac Hayes,
Los Fastidios,
Dead Boys,
Joyce Sims,
The Young Rascals,
The Alarm Clocks,
Lindisfarne,
ABBA,
Spoonie Gee,
The Fall,
Sandy B,
The Busters,
Negative Approach,
Cal Tjader,
Mission of Burma,
Lightning Bolt,
Boz Scaggs,
Q and Not U,
The Fuzztones, The Fuzztones, The Fuzztones, The Fuzztones.
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.