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 Chile and from Beijing.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 synthesizer 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 Motorama to the funk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Moleskins. All the underground hits.
All The Monochrome Set tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Schoolly D record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 a linndrum and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fifty Foot Hose record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Aswad,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Sonics,
Hot Snakes,
The Trojans,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Robert Görl,
Avey Tare,
Sound Behaviour,
Morten Harket,
The Modern Lovers,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Warsaw,
Harmonia,
the Bar-Kays,
Infiniti,
H. Thieme,
Heaven 17,
Stetsasonic,
Althea and Donna,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Jandek,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Faraquet,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Moby Grape,
Zapp,
Johnny Clarke,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Mummies,
EPMD,
Trumans Water,
Man Eating Sloth,
Man Parrish,
Rekid,
Freddie Wadling,
Kurtis Blow,
Lower 48,
Gichy Dan,
JFA,
Marvin Gaye,
Roxy Music,
Amazonics,
Todd Terry,
Franke,
Q and Not U,
Youth Brigade,
Goldenarms,
Bobby Hutcherson,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Victims,
Los Fastidios,
Lungfish,
Gang of Four,
Masters at Work,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Golliwogs,
Blancmange, Blancmange, Blancmange, Blancmange.
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.