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 Congo and from Tokyo.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 harpsichord 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 Aswad to the techno 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 Bobby Hutcherson. All the underground hits.
All Mary Jane Girls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joyce Sims 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Motions record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dark Day,
Joy Division,
the Bar-Kays,
The Kinks,
Duran Duran,
The Zeros,
Isaac Hayes,
Interpol,
Monks,
Freddie Wadling,
Country Joe & The Fish,
AZ,
The Stooges,
Supertramp,
Jerry's Kids,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Jacques Brel,
Public Image Ltd.,
Skarface,
Chris & Cosey,
Monolake,
MDC,
The Happenings,
The Seeds,
Eddi Front,
Throbbing Gristle,
Rakim,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The New Christs,
Desert Stars,
Sam Rivers,
Marc Almond,
Model 500,
Jawbox,
Traffic Nightmare,
Lakeside,
Mantronix,
Con Funk Shun,
the Soft Cell,
Flipper,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Sun Ra,
Minny Pops,
JFA,
Hot Snakes,
Electric Prunes,
In Retrospect,
These Immortal Souls,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Soul II Soul,
Maleditus Sound,
Hasil Adkins,
Scan 7,
Depeche Mode,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Quando Quango,
U.S. Maple,
Tommy Roe,
Rekid, Rekid, Rekid, Rekid.
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.