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 Sierra Leone and from Jakarta.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Bologna.
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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Aaron Thompson to the disco 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 the Slits. All the underground hits.
All Depeche Mode tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Red Lorry Yellow Lorry record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 marimba and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Skarface record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
DJ Sneak,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Divine Comedy,
Graham Central Station,
Albert Ayler,
Rekid,
Colin Newman,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
B.T. Express,
Chris Corsano,
The Leaves,
Cybotron,
Young Marble Giants,
Black Bananas,
Absolute Body Control,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Section 25,
Blancmange,
The Alarm Clocks,
kango's stein massive,
Lindisfarne,
Gabor Szabo,
Barbara Tucker,
Clear Light,
Patti Smith,
Alice Coltrane,
Gregory Isaacs,
the Swans,
Heaven 17,
Lucky Dragons,
Duran Duran,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Alphaville,
The Neon Judgement,
Barrington Levy,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Steve Hackett,
The Real Kids,
Adolescents,
the Human League,
Tommy Roe,
Frankie Knuckles,
Basic Channel,
Public Enemy,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Babytalk,
One Last Wish,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Techniques,
The Busters,
The Young Rascals,
Amazonics,
FM Einheit,
Bobby Womack,
Underground Resistance,
Kurtis Blow,
Boredoms,
The Blues Magoos,
Delon & Dalcan,
Tres Demented,
Anthony Braxton,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Prince Buster,
Radio Birdman,
Black Sheep, Black Sheep, Black Sheep, Black Sheep.
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.