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 Armenia and from Mumbai.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Loose Ends to the techno kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Marmalade. All the underground hits.
All Echospace tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gang Green record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Yellowson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Country Joe & The Fish,
Popol Vuh,
Lou Reed,
Ronnie Foster,
Pierre Henry,
the Bar-Kays,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Bobby Womack,
the Soft Cell,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Rakim,
Idris Muhammad,
The Pretty Things,
Todd Rundgren,
Joyce Sims,
Y Pants,
X-Ray Spex,
Kayak,
Das Ding,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Doobie Brothers,
Interpol,
Magazine,
8 Eyed Spy,
Sonic Youth,
Alison Limerick,
Public Image Ltd.,
Negative Approach,
The Raincoats,
Skriet,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Crispy Ambulance,
Matthew Halsall,
Laurel Aitken,
48th St. Collective,
Gerry Rafferty,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Flesh Eaters,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
James White and The Blacks,
The Human League,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Sun Ra,
Prince Buster,
Rufus Thomas,
MDC,
Lucky Dragons,
Deadbeat,
Camouflage,
Mission of Burma,
R.M.O.,
kango's stein massive,
AZ,
Jawbox,
Howard Jones,
Cameo,
The Durutti Column,
Wasted Youth,
Public Enemy,
The Stooges, The Stooges, The Stooges, The Stooges.
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.