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 Mauritania and from New York.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 theremin 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 Fear to the grunge kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Young Marble Giants. All the underground hits.
All Easy Going tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Quantec record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 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 LL Cool J record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Laurel Aitken,
Arcadia,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Bizarre Inc.,
Moby Grape,
Soul II Soul,
Groovy Waters,
Glambeats Corp.,
Bronski Beat,
Amon Düül,
Stockholm Monsters,
Henry Cow,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Yaz,
CMW,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Human League,
Nas,
Marvin Gaye,
MC5,
Whodini,
Bill Wells,
The Shadows of Knight,
E-Dancer,
The Gladiators,
The Vogues,
Royal Trux,
Soft Cell,
Bobby Womack,
Symarip,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Bauhaus,
T.S.O.L.,
Sex Pistols,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
the Bar-Kays,
K-Klass,
Crispian St. Peters,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Aaron Thompson,
Eric Dolphy,
Qualms,
The Slits,
Quantec,
Robert Görl,
The Seeds,
Underground Resistance,
AZ,
Average White Band,
Donald Byrd,
The Detroit Cobras,
U.S. Maple,
The Real Kids,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Eric Copeland,
H. Thieme,
Minor Threat,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Icehouse,
Black Flag,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Mighty Diamonds,
ABBA,
Grauzone, Grauzone, Grauzone, Grauzone.
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.