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 Canada and from Hong Kong.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 The Knickerbockers to the funk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Aaron Thompson. All the underground hits.
All These Immortal Souls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Severed Heads 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Stooges record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Blues Magoos,
Max Romeo,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Chris Corsano,
Unrelated Segments,
Anakelly,
Byron Stingily,
Infiniti,
Black Flag,
Crooked Eye,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Ralphi Rosario,
Lou Reed,
Mad Mike,
Marine Girls,
Tubeway Army,
Alison Limerick,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Circle Jerks,
The Fugs,
Rod Modell,
The Happenings,
The Dave Clark Five,
John Lydon,
Frankie Knuckles,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Roxy Music,
Qualms,
Vainqueur,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Robert Görl,
Sam Rivers,
Nas,
The Slackers,
The Slits,
John Coltrane,
Simply Red,
X-102,
The Five Americans,
Scientists,
Minnie Riperton,
Public Enemy,
Bauhaus,
Jawbox,
Al Stewart,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Susan Cadogan,
Easy Going,
Hardrive,
Roxette,
Peter and Kerry,
Y Pants,
Maurizio,
Dorothy Ashby,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Gichy Dan,
Audionom,
the Association,
Shuggie Otis,
China Crisis, China Crisis, China Crisis, China Crisis.
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.