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 Libya and from Shanghai.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 chamberlin 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 Electric Light Orchestra to the punk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Royal Family And The Poor. All the underground hits.
All Godley & Creme tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sonic Youth record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fugazi record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Residents,
Eden Ahbez,
Unwound,
Faraquet,
Ornette Coleman,
E-Dancer,
Nick Fraelich,
Rosa Yemen,
Boogie Down Productions,
Liliput,
Easy Going,
Skriet,
T. Rex,
Niagra,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
A Certain Ratio,
Neil Young,
Amon Düül II,
Lyres,
The Angels of Light,
Althea and Donna,
The Index,
John Cale,
Brand Nubian,
Massinfluence,
Section 25,
Peter and Kerry,
Lungfish,
Eric Copeland,
Donny Hathaway,
Reagan Youth,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
CMW,
Derrick May,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Unrelated Segments,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
China Crisis,
Ronnie Foster,
Swans,
H. Thieme,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
John Coltrane,
Marine Girls,
Faust,
Nirvana,
Sixth Finger,
Dawn Penn,
Big Daddy Kane,
Soulsonic Force,
Lightning Bolt,
Vainqueur,
Shuggie Otis,
The Neon Judgement,
Mad Mike,
Joy Division,
Prince Buster,
48th St. Collective,
The Cramps,
Ice-T,
Minutemen,
The Alarm Clocks,
Idris Muhammad,
The American Breed,
The Evens, The Evens, The Evens, The Evens.
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.