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 Tonga and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 arpeggiator 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 Throbbing Gristle to the disco kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Dawn Penn. All the underground hits.
All Warsaw tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gil Scott Heron record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 theremin and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Andrew Hill record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ralphi Rosario,
Cluster,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Gang Gang Dance,
ABC,
The Mojo Men,
John Foxx,
Eurythmics,
Iggy Pop,
Brand Nubian,
the Normal,
Sixth Finger,
Chrome,
Loose Ends,
Barclay James Harvest,
Gang Green,
Throbbing Gristle,
Ossler,
Lebanon Hanover,
T. Rex,
Silicon Teens,
Sonic Youth,
Television,
Gang of Four,
Magma,
The Zeros,
Yazoo,
Lightning Bolt,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Model 500,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Youth Brigade,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Black Moon,
Public Enemy,
Maurizio,
Animal Collective,
Wire,
Kayak,
The Trojans,
Smog,
Organ,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Hasil Adkins,
Mission of Burma,
Nico,
The Music Machine,
Scion,
Shoche,
Nils Olav,
Chris & Cosey,
Dual Sessions,
Cymande,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Quando Quango,
New York Dolls,
The Neon Judgement,
Alice Coltrane,
The Star Department, The Star Department, The Star Department, The Star Department.
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.