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 Gambia and from Delhi.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 clarinet 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 Human League to the funk 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 Howard Jones. All the underground hits.
All The Mighty Diamonds tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joy Division 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Public Enemy,
This Heat,
June of 44,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The J.B.'s,
Warren Ellis,
Barclay James Harvest,
Black Moon,
Sparks,
The Knickerbockers,
Moby Grape,
Black Pus,
Cymande,
Pierre Henry,
Porter Ricks,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Eli Mardock,
Brothers Johnson,
Parry Music,
The Fall,
Minutemen,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Mummies,
Nils Olav,
Marcia Griffiths,
Bobby Byrd,
Althea and Donna,
Black Flag,
The Moleskins,
Moebius,
Infiniti,
Byron Stingily,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Barracudas,
Agent Orange,
Drive Like Jehu,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Stereo Dub,
John Foxx,
The Selecter,
Joyce Sims,
Masters at Work,
Popol Vuh,
Q and Not U,
H. Thieme,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Bill Near,
The Motions,
Mark Hollis,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Beau Brummels,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Human League,
10cc,
Make Up,
Grandmaster Flash,
These Immortal Souls,
Flipper,
Cheater Slicks,
Bang On A Can, Bang On A Can, Bang On A Can, Bang On A Can.
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.