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 Estonia and from Edmonton.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 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 Bizarre Inc. to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Kaleidoscope. All the underground hits.
All Bang on a Can All-Stars tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Zeros record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Move record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Prince Buster,
Delon & Dalcan,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Jacques Brel,
Kenny Larkin,
Motorama,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
David Bowie,
Anakelly,
Ten City,
Swans,
Suicide,
Dennis Brown,
Ludus,
Zero Boys,
Drexciya,
New Age Steppers,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Shuggie Otis,
Archie Shepp,
Niagra,
Black Pus,
Fugazi,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Moby Grape,
Panda Bear,
Index,
Soft Cell,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Pretty Things,
Alison Limerick,
New York Dolls,
Symarip,
Deakin,
Lungfish,
Y Pants,
the Swans,
Robert Görl,
Jacob Miller,
Jeff Lynne,
The Techniques,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Rod Modell,
LL Cool J,
MC5,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Sound,
Angry Samoans,
Moebius,
Pere Ubu,
Barbara Tucker,
Pole,
Parry Music,
Terry Callier,
Soul II Soul,
X-Ray Spex,
The Divine Comedy,
Thee Headcoats,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Avey Tare,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Supertramp, Supertramp, Supertramp, Supertramp.
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.