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 Cyprus and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle show in London.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Philadelphia.
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 arpeggiator 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 John Cale to the rap kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Lafayette Afro Rock Band. All the underground hits.
All Kings Of Tomorrow tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Vogues record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The J.B.'s record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Underground Resistance,
Los Fastidios,
Hoover,
Alphaville,
Deakin,
Flipper,
Dawn Penn,
Joyce Sims,
The Victims,
The Gun Club,
Crispian St. Peters,
Television,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Metal Thangz,
Talk Talk,
Zero Boys,
48th St. Collective,
Blancmange,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Kas Product,
Toni Rubio,
Loose Ends,
The Shadows of Knight,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Camberwell Now,
Japan,
Qualms,
The Invisible,
Cymande,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Janne Schatter,
KRS-One,
The Red Krayola,
Aural Exciters,
The Mojo Men,
Supertramp,
The Trojans,
Soul Sonic Force,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Frankie Knuckles,
Black Bananas,
The J.B.'s,
Malaria!,
X-102,
FM Einheit,
The Selecter,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Leonard Cohen,
Prince Buster,
Sandy B,
Infiniti,
Brick,
Aaron Thompson,
The Wake,
Popol Vuh,
Crime,
Echospace,
Sister Nancy,
the Association,
Procol Harum, Procol Harum, Procol Harum, Procol Harum.
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.