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 Bahrain and from Madrid.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 mellotron 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 The Fall to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Agitation Free. All the underground hits.
All Cymande tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tropical Tobacco record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 an organ and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a OOIOO record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
a-ha,
Gang of Four,
Boogie Down Productions,
Silicon Teens,
Sun City Girls,
Todd Rundgren,
Drexciya,
Pierre Henry,
Pere Ubu,
Panda Bear,
Brass Construction,
Minnie Riperton,
Easy Going,
Kas Product,
The Misunderstood,
The Grass Roots,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Barry Ungar,
Rhythm & Sound,
Maleditus Sound,
Brick,
Marshall Jefferson,
Robert Hood,
The Litter,
The Blues Magoos,
David Bowie,
Funkadelic,
The Pretty Things,
Unwound,
The Modern Lovers,
Adolescents,
Public Enemy,
Wally Richardson,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Golliwogs,
Fad Gadget,
The Happenings,
DNA,
Judy Mowatt,
EPMD,
Roger Hodgson,
Nick Fraelich,
Barbara Tucker,
Fatback Band,
Fear,
the Swans,
Lou Christie,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Todd Terry,
Aural Exciters,
Youth Brigade,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Juan Atkins,
James White and The Blacks,
The Raincoats,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Velvet Underground, The Velvet Underground, The Velvet Underground, The Velvet Underground.
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.