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 Macedonia and from Hong Kong.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade to the dance 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 Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson. All the underground hits.
All Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Avey Tare record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Youth Brigade record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
T. Rex,
The Raincoats,
Leonard Cohen,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Matthew Bourne,
Wally Richardson,
Massinfluence,
Bobby Womack,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Q65,
Johnny Osbourne,
Mandrill,
the Human League,
Kurtis Blow,
Neil Young,
The United States of America,
Camberwell Now,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Nico,
Bang On A Can,
Amazonics,
Chris Corsano,
Nick Fraelich,
Au Pairs,
X-Ray Spex,
Rufus Thomas,
Eric B and Rakim,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
David Bowie,
The Count Five,
Bronski Beat,
Television Personalities,
Brass Construction,
The Selecter,
Harmonia,
The Slackers,
Main Source,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Smiths,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Crispian St. Peters,
Marc Almond,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Shoche,
June Days,
Sex Pistols,
Moebius,
Depeche Mode,
Alison Limerick,
Bobby Sherman,
Malaria!,
Lalo Schifrin,
Carl Craig,
Lakeside,
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.