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 Mozambique 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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Copenhagen.
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 mellotron 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 Gary Puckett & The Union Gap to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Roger Hodgson. All the underground hits.
All Kayak tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mo-Dettes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a New Age Steppers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
PIL,
Anthony Braxton,
La Düsseldorf,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Radio Birdman,
Flipper,
Deepchord,
Dennis Brown,
Pagans,
Public Enemy,
Amazonics,
Dawn Penn,
Mo-Dettes,
Pantytec,
Jeru the Damaja,
Dead Boys,
The Blues Magoos,
Lalann,
E-Dancer,
Minnie Riperton,
The Wake,
Soft Machine,
Q and Not U,
Marmalade,
The Index,
Rotary Connection,
Fela Kuti,
Liliput,
Roxette,
The Sound,
Bill Near,
Hashim,
Inner City,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Zeros,
Johnny Osbourne,
Slave,
FM Einheit,
The Monks,
Ornette Coleman,
ABBA,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
John Foxx,
Lalo Schifrin,
Khruangbin,
Y Pants,
The Red Krayola,
Suicide,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Martian,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Television,
Nick Fraelich,
The Velvet Underground,
Harmonia,
David McCallum,
Wolf Eyes,
Archie Shepp,
Mission of Burma,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Ossler, Ossler, Ossler, Ossler.
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.