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 Uruguay and from Seoul.
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 Glasgow and Paris.
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 synthesizer 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 Yellowson to the funk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Quando Quango. All the underground hits.
All Schoolly D tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Curtis Mayfield record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Modern Lovers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Peter and Kerry,
Gong,
Fifty Foot Hose,
ABC,
Glambeats Corp.,
Fat Boys,
The Walker Brothers,
X-101,
Unwound,
The Gladiators,
Stereo Dub,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Lalann,
Idris Muhammad,
Agent Orange,
MDC,
Gichy Dan,
Nas,
Animal Collective,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Mark Hollis,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Schoolly D,
The Durutti Column,
Faust,
Goldenarms,
Anakelly,
Pussy Galore,
Arcadia,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Electric Prunes,
The Grass Roots,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Quantec,
Alison Limerick,
AZ,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Cosmic Jokers,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Neil Young,
Joy Division,
Donald Byrd,
Howard Jones,
The Cramps,
Heaven 17,
Lou Christie,
Skriet,
The Gap Band,
Ituana,
Fear,
DJ Sneak,
The Tremeloes,
Traffic Nightmare,
Inner City,
Loose Ends,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Robert Görl,
Robert Hood,
Avey Tare,
China Crisis,
The Motions, The Motions, The Motions, The Motions.
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.