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 Johannesburg.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 Brick to the funk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Angels of Light. All the underground hits.
All Quadrant tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Thee Headcoats record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Minny Pops record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Traffic Nightmare,
Trumans Water,
The Birthday Party,
DJ Sneak,
World's Most,
KRS-One,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Darondo,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Raincoats,
T.S.O.L.,
Joy Division,
Bobby Byrd,
Be Bop Deluxe,
D'Angelo,
The Smiths,
Lower 48,
Harry Pussy,
Graham Central Station,
Ponytail,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Angels of Light,
Colin Newman,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Hashim,
Toni Rubio,
ABBA,
Kaleidoscope,
AZ,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Vogues,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Searchers,
Jawbox,
Blossom Toes,
Moss Icon,
The Leaves,
Avey Tare,
Ohio Players,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
PIL,
The Star Department,
Stereo Dub,
The Human League,
Motorama,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Basic Channel,
Maurizio,
Chris Corsano,
Patti Smith,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Walker Brothers,
Los Fastidios,
Black Moon,
Albert Ayler,
Q and Not U,
Delta 5,
Dual Sessions,
Pagans, Pagans, Pagans, Pagans.
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.