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 Ireland and from Manila.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 Lakeside to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Maleditus Sound. All the underground hits.
All Faraquet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mars 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Knickerbockers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Flesh Eaters,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Stockholm Monsters,
Flash Fearless,
Robert Hood,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Pop Group,
Half Japanese,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Delon & Dalcan,
Severed Heads,
The Grass Roots,
Jerry's Kids,
The J.B.'s,
It's A Beautiful Day,
June of 44,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Deakin,
Moss Icon,
Jandek,
Shuggie Otis,
Sound Behaviour,
Bang On A Can,
Lee Hazlewood,
The American Breed,
Excepter,
Cameo,
Ronnie Foster,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Walker Brothers,
Iggy Pop,
Mr. Review,
Bootsy Collins,
Lalann,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Minnie Riperton,
Quadrant,
Suicide,
Ice-T,
Byron Stingily,
Gerry Rafferty,
Marcia Griffiths,
Amon Düül,
the Fania All-Stars,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Black Moon,
Tommy Roe,
Colin Newman,
AZ,
Second Layer,
Public Enemy,
Television,
Marine Girls,
Monolake,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Fad Gadget,
The Detroit Cobras,
Porter Ricks,
Piero Umiliani,
Swell Maps,
The Human League,
Brothers Johnson,
Kaleidoscope,
The Neon Judgement, The Neon Judgement, The Neon Judgement, The Neon Judgement.
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.