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 Luxembourg and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle show in London.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 harpsichord 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 Radio Birdman to the techno kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Selector Dub Narcotic. All the underground hits.
All The Blues Magoos 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Manfred Mann's Earth Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Cosmic Jokers,
Black Sheep,
Symarip,
Essential Logic,
Wings,
Chris & Cosey,
The Skatalites,
The Cramps,
Guru Guru,
Underground Resistance,
Main Source,
Michelle Simonal,
Dual Sessions,
Kool Moe Dee,
Bauhaus,
Tommy Roe,
Gerry Rafferty,
Flash Fearless,
Sällskapet,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Ultimate Spinach,
the Soft Cell,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Los Fastidios,
Brand Nubian,
Banda Bassotti,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Aural Exciters,
Zero Boys,
Fluxion,
X-Ray Spex,
Fat Boys,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Golliwogs,
Easy Going,
ABBA,
Gang Gang Dance,
a-ha,
Livin' Joy,
Henry Cow,
Maurizio,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Move,
Urselle,
Marvin Gaye,
The Residents,
The Busters,
the Human League,
Soulsonic Force,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Bluetip,
Hoover,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Maleditus Sound,
Donny Hathaway,
The Raincoats,
The Trojans,
kango's stein massive,
Cymande,
Slick Rick,
Saccharine Trust,
June of 44, June of 44, June of 44, June of 44.
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.