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 Kuwait and from Lagos.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 spring reverb 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 the Fania All-Stars to the punk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Harry Pussy. All the underground hits.
All Subhumans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Grandmaster Flash 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Harpers Bizarre record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Zeros,
Country Teasers,
Dave Gahan,
Hoover,
Al Stewart,
Wally Richardson,
Mo-Dettes,
Idris Muhammad,
Yusef Lateef,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Ultimate Spinach,
Janne Schatter,
Eurythmics,
Lebanon Hanover,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Durutti Column,
Easy Going,
John Holt,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Moby Grape,
The Gories,
Bootsy Collins,
Lucky Dragons,
Tears for Fears,
The Litter,
Y Pants,
Blancmange,
John Coltrane,
Donald Byrd,
Sällskapet,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Chrome,
China Crisis,
Banda Bassotti,
The Remains,
Quadrant,
Soul Sonic Force,
Brothers Johnson,
Yaz,
Audionom,
Rosa Yemen,
Quando Quango,
Drexciya,
Tropical Tobacco,
Monolake,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Fall,
Joey Negro,
Scan 7,
Bronski Beat,
The Selecter,
The Neon Judgement,
The Barracudas,
JFA,
Eddi Front,
Bauhaus,
OOIOO,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Ultravox, Ultravox, Ultravox, Ultravox.
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.