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 Japan and from Manchester.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 clarinet 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 Wasted Youth to the rock kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Fad Gadget. All the underground hits.
All Rahsaan Roland Kirk tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lonnie Liston Smith record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scion record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pere Ubu,
Nation of Ulysses,
Aural Exciters,
Sparks,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Hardrive,
Ultravox,
Bluetip,
The Stooges,
Drive Like Jehu,
B.T. Express,
Negative Approach,
The Evens,
John Cale,
Q and Not U,
Rites of Spring,
The Slits,
Moebius,
Organ,
Moss Icon,
Avey Tare,
Danielle Patucci,
Television,
Tommy Roe,
The Red Krayola,
Tropical Tobacco,
Sight & Sound,
The Sonics,
The Cowsills,
Wings,
The Slackers,
Niagra,
The J.B.'s,
Deepchord,
Steve Hackett,
8 Eyed Spy,
Ronan,
Mark Hollis,
Robert Wyatt,
Letta Mbulu,
Quantec,
The Fortunes,
Sandy B,
DJ Style,
Japan,
Cameo,
the Soft Cell,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Y Pants,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Martian,
Soul II Soul,
Jacob Miller,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Johnny Clarke,
John Foxx,
Sister Nancy,
Godley & Creme,
Panda Bear,
Brothers Johnson, Brothers Johnson, Brothers Johnson, Brothers Johnson.
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.