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 Tajikistan and from Calgary.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 The Vogues to the rock 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 Average White Band. All the underground hits.
All Hoover tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 theremin and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a ABC record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kenny Larkin,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Pet Shop Boys,
Soft Cell,
Glenn Branca,
Donny Hathaway,
Tomorrow,
The Zeros,
Slick Rick,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Severed Heads,
Bang On A Can,
Brand Nubian,
Cal Tjader,
Sparks,
Visage,
Section 25,
Radio Birdman,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Kerrie Biddell,
Crispy Ambulance,
T.S.O.L.,
Subhumans,
Fad Gadget,
Joey Negro,
Eurythmics,
Mary Jane Girls,
Black Sheep,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Au Pairs,
Scott Walker,
The Stooges,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Pantaleimon,
Arab on Radar,
Motorama,
Althea and Donna,
Sällskapet,
Sight & Sound,
The Grass Roots,
Tropical Tobacco,
Bluetip,
Skarface,
Slave,
Colin Newman,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
the Sonics,
Neil Young,
Gichy Dan,
Q65,
Judy Mowatt,
Ituana,
Fort Wilson Riot,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Wasted Youth,
The Tremeloes,
Amon Düül II,
Godley & Creme,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Soft Machine,
Fela Kuti,
Gerry Rafferty,
T. Rex,
Accadde A, Accadde A, Accadde A, Accadde A.
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.