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 Albania and from Johannesburg.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Taipei.
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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Popol Vuh to the dance 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 Harpers Bizarre. All the underground hits.
All Silicon Teens tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kas Product 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Arthur Verocai record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Arcadia,
Howard Jones,
The Fuzztones,
Franke,
The Star Department,
Joy Division,
Mr. Review,
Unrelated Segments,
Soulsonic Force,
Pere Ubu,
Trumans Water,
Thee Headcoats,
Roger Hodgson,
The Happenings,
Siglo XX,
Al Stewart,
Tomorrow,
Eli Mardock,
Eve St. Jones,
Dead Boys,
Chris Corsano,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Moleskins,
Audionom,
Funkadelic,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Mummies,
Cluster,
Altered Images,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Stiv Bators,
Amazonics,
Sonny Sharrock,
MC5,
Nation of Ulysses,
8 Eyed Spy,
Nils Olav,
The Motions,
Black Sheep,
Subhumans,
Sixth Finger,
Gang Green,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Eurythmics,
Radiohead,
The Remains,
The Doobie Brothers,
Radio Birdman,
Grauzone,
Jacques Brel,
Joensuu 1685,
New Age Steppers,
Kayak,
Gerry Rafferty,
Stetsasonic,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Electric Prunes,
The Barracudas,
EPMD,
Pierre Henry,
Eric Dolphy,
Hot Snakes,
Byron Stingily, Byron Stingily, Byron Stingily, Byron Stingily.
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.