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 Nigeria and from Columbus.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 marimba 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 Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu to the jazz 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 Dead Boys. All the underground hits.
All Massinfluence tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eyeless In Gaza record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 guitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tom Boy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The New Christs,
Sandy B,
Stetsasonic,
Erykah Badu,
Kurtis Blow,
CMW,
Alice Coltrane,
F. McDonald,
Nico,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Wake,
One Last Wish,
Pagans,
Electric Prunes,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
the Normal,
Lee Hazlewood,
Angry Samoans,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Sonics,
Harmonia,
Ultra Naté,
Popol Vuh,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Skatalites,
Joe Smooth,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Hardrive,
The Barracudas,
Wally Richardson,
Throbbing Gristle,
Circle Jerks,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Gerry Rafferty,
Steve Hackett,
Faust,
The Star Department,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Victims,
The Litter,
Josef K,
Black Moon,
L. Decosne,
Cheater Slicks,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Visage,
Kevin Saunderson,
Unrelated Segments,
Gregory Isaacs,
Warren Ellis,
The Beau Brummels,
UT,
Connie Case,
The Black Dice,
DNA,
Excepter,
Negative Approach, Negative Approach, Negative Approach, Negative Approach.
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.