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 Ivory Coast and from Philadelphia.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Nik Kershaw to the disco 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 The Move. All the underground hits.
All Interpol tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Modern Lovers 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tubeway Army record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Real Kids,
Tommy Roe,
Quantec,
Fat Boys,
Altered Images,
Nas,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Aaron Thompson,
Rakim,
The Black Dice,
Maurizio,
The Sonics,
Guru Guru,
Brand Nubian,
Monks,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Grauzone,
Dorothy Ashby,
Juan Atkins,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Black Flag,
John Holt,
Oneida,
the Normal,
Yazoo,
Pere Ubu,
The Blackbyrds,
Outsiders,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
48th St. Collective,
The Mummies,
Dennis Brown,
Newcleus,
JFA,
Kas Product,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Main Source,
Scrapy,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Arcadia,
Max Romeo,
Young Marble Giants,
Lou Reed,
Severed Heads,
Chris Corsano,
Gerry Rafferty,
Jawbox,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Inner City,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Human League,
The Fire Engines,
The Angels of Light,
Thompson Twins,
Ken Boothe,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Zapp,
Moss Icon,
Sonny Sharrock,
Sugar Minott,
Joey Negro,
Aural Exciters,
The Modern Lovers, The Modern Lovers, The Modern Lovers, The Modern Lovers.
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.