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 Algeria and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage 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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 snare 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 Mantronix to the grunge kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 London Community Gospel Choir. All the underground hits.
All Country Teasers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bob Dylan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 rhodes and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Laurel Aitken record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
These Immortal Souls,
Organ,
Vainqueur,
Index,
Television,
Bang On A Can,
AZ,
Chris & Cosey,
Johnny Clarke,
Deepchord,
Eurythmics,
Ronnie Foster,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The New Christs,
Pantaleimon,
The Gories,
The Sound,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Sonics,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Real Kids,
Todd Terry,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Bob Dylan,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Joe Smooth,
Lebanon Hanover,
Gil Scott Heron,
Scott Walker,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Gastr Del Sol,
Ronan,
Animal Collective,
A Certain Ratio,
Erasure,
Kerri Chandler,
Ossler,
Adolescents,
Swans,
Bronski Beat,
Mantronix,
Danielle Patucci,
The Cure,
Archie Shepp,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Last Poets,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Darondo,
Depeche Mode,
Hoover,
MDC,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Fela Kuti,
The Flesh Eaters,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Divine Comedy,
Letta Mbulu,
Wings,
Pagans,
Nils Olav,
Silicon Teens,
Rotary Connection,
Arthur Verocai, Arthur Verocai, Arthur Verocai, Arthur Verocai.
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.