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 Jordan and from Columbus.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft to the grunge kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Grey Daturas. All the underground hits.
All De La Soul & Jungle Brothers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Johnny Osbourne 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Outsiders record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
T.S.O.L.,
Yazoo,
The Zeros,
Lyres,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Pierre Henry,
Shoche,
Matthew Bourne,
Wire,
Bobby Womack,
Soul II Soul,
John Lydon,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Lindisfarne,
Ultra Naté,
Flash Fearless,
Man Parrish,
Delta 5,
FM Einheit,
Reuben Wilson,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Searchers,
Soulsonic Force,
Crooked Eye,
Curtis Mayfield,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
OOIOO,
Stiv Bators,
Man Eating Sloth,
Cal Tjader,
Dawn Penn,
The Motions,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Victims,
Mission of Burma,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Sexual Harrassment,
MC5,
The Walker Brothers,
Black Sheep,
Sam Rivers,
Robert Hood,
Scratch Acid,
Thee Headcoats,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Average White Band,
The Sound,
Interpol,
Niagra,
Groovy Waters,
Trumans Water,
Stockholm Monsters,
Dennis Brown,
Tom Boy,
ABBA,
Brand Nubian,
F. McDonald,
Suburban Knight,
Qualms,
The Names,
Radiohead,
Bill Near, Bill Near, Bill Near, Bill Near.
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.