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 Germany and from Salvador.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and London.
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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the organ 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 Throbbing Gristle to the dance kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 D'Angelo. All the underground hits.
All Zero Boys tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Quantec record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 an oboe and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tommy Roe record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Funky Four + One,
Animal Collective,
David Bowie,
Donald Byrd,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Fat Boys,
Connie Case,
Clear Light,
Gang Green,
Kerrie Biddell,
Al Stewart,
Delta 5,
Eddi Front,
Parry Music,
Jeff Mills,
Graham Central Station,
Kerri Chandler,
Warren Ellis,
Ultimate Spinach,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Evens,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Eurythmics,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Todd Rundgren,
The Music Machine,
Drexciya,
A Certain Ratio,
Dorothy Ashby,
Excepter,
The Vogues,
The Dirtbombs,
Barry Ungar,
Pylon,
Terrestrial Tones,
Monks,
Groovy Waters,
Q and Not U,
Mantronix,
Aural Exciters,
The Modern Lovers,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Pagans,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Pulsallama,
Echospace,
The Monks,
Tropical Tobacco,
Piero Umiliani,
Eve St. Jones,
Chrome,
The Smoke,
Panda Bear,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Vainqueur,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Fuzztones,
Rufus Thomas,
Rhythm & Sound,
Man Parrish,
Banda Bassotti, Banda Bassotti, Banda Bassotti, Banda Bassotti.
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.