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 Turkey and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 marimba 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 Radiohead to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Zapp. All the underground hits.
All X-Ray Spex tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every EPMD 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Max Romeo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Monochrome Set,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Real Kids,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Marmalade,
the Soft Cell,
Flash Fearless,
Isaac Hayes,
Quando Quango,
Glenn Branca,
The Martian,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Index,
Archie Shepp,
Roger Hodgson,
Aaron Thompson,
Silicon Teens,
Altered Images,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Average White Band,
Absolute Body Control,
Country Teasers,
Wire,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Knickerbockers,
Alison Limerick,
Crash Course in Science,
Soft Cell,
Barclay James Harvest,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Moss Icon,
FM Einheit,
Faust,
Mad Mike,
Boogie Down Productions,
Stereo Dub,
Nico,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
New Age Steppers,
PIL,
Skriet,
Drexciya,
Funkadelic,
The Vogues,
Hot Snakes,
Tom Boy,
Essential Logic,
Kaleidoscope,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Derrick Morgan,
Con Funk Shun,
Porter Ricks,
Stiv Bators,
Icehouse,
The Cowsills,
Cecil Taylor,
Fluxion,
Yusef Lateef,
Cheater Slicks,
Kas Product,
Au Pairs,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Clear Light,
The Fuzztones, The Fuzztones, The Fuzztones, The Fuzztones.
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.