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 Kiribati and from Edmonton.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 Graham Central Station to the funk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Vainqueur. All the underground hits.
All Technova tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Cosmic Jokers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Fania All-Stars record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Simply Red,
Porter Ricks,
Tubeway Army,
Bootsy Collins,
Black Pus,
Echospace,
KRS-One,
Radiohead,
Symarip,
Sight & Sound,
Matthew Bourne,
Technova,
Agitation Free,
Television,
Kool Moe Dee,
Crooked Eye,
Cheater Slicks,
Marvin Gaye,
Traffic Nightmare,
Letta Mbulu,
Hot Snakes,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Marine Girls,
Soft Machine,
Flipper,
Ossler,
Mark Hollis,
Andrew Hill,
Boogie Down Productions,
the Fania All-Stars,
Quantec,
The Birthday Party,
Colin Newman,
Dorothy Ashby,
Steve Hackett,
New Order,
Charles Mingus,
Ten City,
Rhythm & Sound,
Pantytec,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Al Stewart,
Thompson Twins,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Hashim,
Avey Tare,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
X-102,
The Residents,
Scion,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Red Krayola,
World's Most,
The Angels of Light,
Gang of Four,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Depeche Mode,
Sexual Harrassment,
Byron Stingily,
The Wake,
Kango’s Stein Massive, Kango’s Stein Massive, Kango’s Stein Massive, Kango’s Stein Massive.
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.