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 Monaco and from Madrid.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 güiro 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 Jacques Brel to the disco 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 Swans. All the underground hits.
All Index tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joe Finger record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Porter Ricks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
John Foxx,
The Modern Lovers,
Sonny Sharrock,
Maleditus Sound,
Excepter,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Kevin Saunderson,
Althea and Donna,
Fifty Foot Hose,
8 Eyed Spy,
Rotary Connection,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Sonics,
New York Dolls,
Yaz,
Eden Ahbez,
Howard Jones,
Black Moon,
Bizarre Inc.,
Drive Like Jehu,
Arcadia,
The Fuzztones,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
X-Ray Spex,
Pere Ubu,
Mandrill,
The United States of America,
Yazoo,
Heaven 17,
Crime,
JFA,
Oneida,
Eve St. Jones,
Gang Starr,
Crooked Eye,
The Smiths,
Agitation Free,
The Moody Blues,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Soul Sonic Force,
ABC,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Eddi Front,
The Last Poets,
Neu!,
Boz Scaggs,
Crispy Ambulance,
the Normal,
Stereo Dub,
Dawn Penn,
Sight & Sound,
Bang On A Can,
Joe Finger,
Television Personalities,
The Stooges,
Soul II Soul,
48th St. Collective,
Lyres,
Marmalade,
Cheater Slicks,
The American Breed,
Ituana, Ituana, Ituana, Ituana.
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.