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 Solomon Islands and from Bremen.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Accra.
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 Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the oboe 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 Echospace to the techno kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Throbbing Gristle. All the underground hits.
All In Retrospect tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lakeside record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Tim Buckley,
Wally Richardson,
10cc,
The Buckinghams,
Spoonie Gee,
KRS-One,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Girls At Our Best!,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Tom Boy,
Surgeon,
Drive Like Jehu,
Byron Stingily,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Theoretical Girls,
Scientists,
Heaven 17,
Ornette Coleman,
Rufus Thomas,
Radiohead,
Tomorrow,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Moleskins,
Pet Shop Boys,
Agitation Free,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Warren Ellis,
kango's stein massive,
Jandek,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Monochrome Set,
Eric B and Rakim,
Circle Jerks,
Saccharine Trust,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Make Up,
Gong,
Gregory Isaacs,
Gerry Rafferty,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Dead C,
One Last Wish,
Underground Resistance,
Masters at Work,
The Residents,
Tears for Fears,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Technova,
Minutemen,
Oneida,
Althea and Donna,
Albert Ayler,
Flash Fearless,
Suicide,
Excepter,
Swell Maps,
Section 25,
John Foxx, John Foxx, John Foxx, John Foxx.
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.