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 Micronesia and from Lille.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 theremin 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 Moby Grape to the jazz 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 Graham Central Station. All the underground hits.
All Faust tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gang of Four record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dark Day record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Letta Mbulu,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Chris & Cosey,
Bill Wells,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Trojans,
The Count Five,
The Kinks,
The Knickerbockers,
Joey Negro,
Electric Light Orchestra,
PIL,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Royal Trux,
Joy Division,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
H. Thieme,
Minutemen,
Bill Near,
The United States of America,
Easy Going,
Derrick May,
Sun City Girls,
Robert Görl,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Fela Kuti,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Pretty Things,
Pole,
Barrington Levy,
Albert Ayler,
New Order,
Nico,
The Star Department,
John Holt,
The Flesh Eaters,
Reuben Wilson,
Newcleus,
David McCallum,
Moebius,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Model 500,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Monks,
Bootsy Collins,
Delta 5,
Lucky Dragons,
Ponytail,
the Bar-Kays,
Circle Jerks,
Ice-T,
Electric Prunes,
Marmalade,
10cc,
Boredoms,
JFA,
Aswad,
The Cowsills,
Gong,
Slave,
Black Bananas,
The Victims,
Todd Rundgren, Todd Rundgren, Todd Rundgren, Todd Rundgren.
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.