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 Barbados and from Woodstock.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Ultimate Spinach to the techno kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud. All the underground hits.
All Model 500 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hashim 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Stereo Dub record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Neon Judgement,
Ralphi Rosario,
Wolf Eyes,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Sun Ra,
Niagra,
The Gap Band,
Metal Thangz,
Excepter,
Saccharine Trust,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Skriet,
Nation of Ulysses,
Television,
Spandau Ballet,
Infiniti,
Boredoms,
Nico,
Rekid,
Reuben Wilson,
Animal Collective,
Bad Manners,
ABBA,
the Swans,
Pussy Galore,
Cecil Taylor,
Skarface,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Joe Finger,
Throbbing Gristle,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Skatalites,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Soft Cell,
Gerry Rafferty,
DJ Style,
Kerri Chandler,
The Slackers,
Sonny Sharrock,
Buzzcocks,
Ken Boothe,
The Litter,
Sarah Menescal,
Lower 48,
Aural Exciters,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Brick,
In Retrospect,
Neu!,
Ronan,
Maurizio,
The Grass Roots,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
June Days,
Silicon Teens,
MDC,
Ice-T,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Sugar Minott,
Mark Hollis,
Radiohead,
Sexual Harrassment,
Rites of Spring, Rites of Spring, Rites of Spring, Rites of Spring.
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.