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 Egypt and from Tokyo.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 theremin 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 Royal Family And The Poor to the rap kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Mummies. All the underground hits.
All Youth Brigade tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Victims 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Whodini record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Arcadia,
Electric Prunes,
Barclay James Harvest,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Leaves,
Man Eating Sloth,
Scratch Acid,
Rhythm & Sound,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Bad Manners,
Motorama,
Los Fastidios,
Steve Hackett,
The Star Department,
The Grass Roots,
Funkadelic,
Intrusion,
Ituana,
Stockholm Monsters,
10cc,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Donald Byrd,
John Holt,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Crime,
Animal Collective,
The Shadows of Knight,
Franke,
Wolf Eyes,
Ronan,
Eric Copeland,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Subhumans,
Boz Scaggs,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Black Bananas,
Smog,
The Smoke,
Japan,
H. Thieme,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Ultra Naté,
Slick Rick,
Unwound,
Harmonia,
Eden Ahbez,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Neon Judgement,
The United States of America,
Basic Channel,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Hot Snakes,
A Certain Ratio,
Tom Boy,
The Misunderstood,
Warsaw,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Saints,
Lou Reed,
AZ,
Roxy Music,
Ice-T, Ice-T, Ice-T, Ice-T.
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.