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 Trinidad & Tobago 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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme to the disco kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Graham Central Station. All the underground hits.
All Excepter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sister Nancy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 harpsichord and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Blancmange record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Last Poets,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Nico,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Gang Starr,
Swans,
Vladislav Delay,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Frankie Knuckles,
Robert Wyatt,
Technova,
The Wake,
Zapp,
Johnny Clarke,
Motorama,
Gichy Dan,
The Music Machine,
T. Rex,
Rekid,
The Moody Blues,
This Heat,
Wasted Youth,
Mad Mike,
Joensuu 1685,
Animal Collective,
Radiopuhelimet,
Flash Fearless,
Flamin' Groovies,
Sun Ra,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Neil Young,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Sällskapet,
Mary Jane Girls,
Dead Boys,
The Divine Comedy,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
DNA,
Jacques Brel,
ABBA,
Banda Bassotti,
Derrick Morgan,
Man Parrish,
Bang On A Can,
The Red Krayola,
The Gap Band,
Bauhaus,
The Invisible,
Television,
The Human League,
Country Teasers,
Jeff Mills,
Boogie Down Productions,
Sexual Harrassment,
Lee Hazlewood,
Gong,
Glambeats Corp.,
Kerri Chandler,
The Monks,
Rakim,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Quantec,
The Fuzztones, The Fuzztones, The Fuzztones, The Fuzztones.
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.