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 Gabon and from London.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Sao Paulo.
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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Bush Tetras to the grunge 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 The Fortunes. All the underground hits.
All Public Image Ltd. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Thee Headcoats record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hardrive,
Bootsy Collins,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Techniques,
Sound Behaviour,
John Coltrane,
PIL,
Black Bananas,
Pantytec,
Kas Product,
Terry Callier,
K-Klass,
Rekid,
Stiv Bators,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Velvet Underground,
Yusef Lateef,
Hot Snakes,
The Blackbyrds,
Neu!,
The Cowsills,
Albert Ayler,
Roger Hodgson,
The Fall,
Tim Buckley,
The Five Americans,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Detroit Cobras,
The American Breed,
Stetsasonic,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Black Dice,
Magazine,
Marc Almond,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Lalo Schifrin,
Lyres,
Eric Dolphy,
The Associates,
Gang Green,
Roy Ayers,
Monolake,
Aswad,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
John Lydon,
Barclay James Harvest,
Stockholm Monsters,
Gang of Four,
Matthew Bourne,
Au Pairs,
This Heat,
Tubeway Army,
Aloha Tigers,
Metal Thangz,
Morten Harket,
Yazoo,
Vladislav Delay,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Harmonia,
Erasure,
Dead Boys,
The Gap Band, The Gap Band, The Gap Band, The Gap Band.
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.