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 Costa Rica and from Halifax.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 rhodes 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 Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines to the grime kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Sound. All the underground hits.
All The Blues Magoos tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Toasters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobby Byrd,
The Durutti Column,
Aswad,
Grey Daturas,
Heaven 17,
Glambeats Corp.,
Scratch Acid,
Neu!,
L. Decosne,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Toni Rubio,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Davy DMX,
Bill Near,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
World's Most,
Wire,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Kurtis Blow,
Ronnie Foster,
Public Image Ltd.,
Sun Ra,
Bronski Beat,
F. McDonald,
Popol Vuh,
Joy Division,
CMW,
Funky Four + One,
Ohio Players,
8 Eyed Spy,
A Certain Ratio,
Average White Band,
The Beau Brummels,
The Mojo Men,
The Techniques,
Anthony Braxton,
Barry Ungar,
John Holt,
X-Ray Spex,
Niagra,
The Seeds,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Alarm Clocks,
Fluxion,
the Association,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Lebanon Hanover,
Faraquet,
Delon & Dalcan,
Marshall Jefferson,
Wolf Eyes,
Mantronix,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Fad Gadget,
The Black Dice,
Tim Buckley,
Nation of Ulysses,
Black Pus,
Johnny Clarke,
Outsiders,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Pretty Things,
Rekid,
Technova, Technova, Technova, Technova.
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.