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 Nicaragua and from Glasgow.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Unwound to the jazz 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 Funky Four + One. All the underground hits.
All Pagans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Swell Maps record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 mellotron and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Junior Murvin record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Flamin' Groovies,
Barry Ungar,
Metal Thangz,
Gerry Rafferty,
Eric Copeland,
The Dead C,
Mad Mike,
Tubeway Army,
Malaria!,
The Last Poets,
48th St. Collective,
Cecil Taylor,
Lungfish,
Gabor Szabo,
The Alarm Clocks,
Prince Buster,
Funky Four + One,
Minny Pops,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Lower 48,
Bootsy Collins,
Robert Görl,
Marc Almond,
Connie Case,
John Holt,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Eric B and Rakim,
Moebius,
Fela Kuti,
Moby Grape,
Radio Birdman,
X-Ray Spex,
Severed Heads,
Tom Boy,
Laurel Aitken,
Ossler,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Swans,
The Human League,
Groovy Waters,
Sixth Finger,
In Retrospect,
The Fall,
Arthur Verocai,
Tim Buckley,
World's Most,
Kerrie Biddell,
Soul II Soul,
Pharoah Sanders,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Slave,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Nick Fraelich,
Index,
Lightning Bolt,
Charles Mingus,
Ornette Coleman,
June of 44, June of 44, June of 44, June of 44.
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.