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 Solomon Islands and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and New York.
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 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 David Bowie 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 Kool Moe Dee to the rock 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 Skriet. All the underground hits.
All Peter and Kerry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every MC5 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Throbbing Gristle record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Techniques,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
KRS-One,
Underground Resistance,
The Walker Brothers,
The Buckinghams,
Newcleus,
The Slits,
the Fania All-Stars,
James White and The Blacks,
Scratch Acid,
Glambeats Corp.,
Nation of Ulysses,
Silicon Teens,
The Grass Roots,
Procol Harum,
CMW,
The Modern Lovers,
John Lydon,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Wolf Eyes,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Minutemen,
Mission of Burma,
John Foxx,
The Kinks,
The Black Dice,
Eddi Front,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Aswad,
Barbara Tucker,
The Human League,
X-101,
The Cramps,
Bobby Sherman,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Erasure,
Livin' Joy,
Goldenarms,
The Shadows of Knight,
Sound Behaviour,
Angry Samoans,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Hot Snakes,
Boz Scaggs,
Cameo,
Mark Hollis,
Bill Wells,
Scan 7,
Vainqueur,
The Martian,
Soul II Soul,
Iggy Pop,
The Cure,
Dark Day,
the Germs,
Warsaw,
Cecil Taylor,
Johnny Clarke,
DNA,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Black Sheep,
Nils Olav, Nils Olav, Nils Olav, Nils Olav.
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.