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 Greece and from Lagos.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 synthesizer 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 Kenny Larkin to the disco kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 The Doors. All the underground hits.
All Visage tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Fania All-Stars record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 theremin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Larry & the Blue Notes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
DJ Sneak,
Ronnie Foster,
The Smoke,
Hasil Adkins,
Isaac Hayes,
Traffic Nightmare,
Robert Hood,
The Names,
FM Einheit,
The Human League,
Marine Girls,
Underground Resistance,
The Litter,
Danielle Patucci,
Magma,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Jandek,
ABC,
Skaos,
Bauhaus,
Fear,
Terry Callier,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Grandmaster Flash,
Brothers Johnson,
Kurtis Blow,
Sandy B,
Marmalade,
Smog,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
LL Cool J,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Black Bananas,
Aural Exciters,
Robert Görl,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Vainqueur,
The Pop Group,
MDC,
Susan Cadogan,
Barrington Levy,
Terrestrial Tones,
Sonic Youth,
The Gun Club,
Deepchord,
T.S.O.L.,
Pantytec,
Zero Boys,
The Offenders,
Massinfluence,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Nico,
The Fuzztones,
the Association,
The Searchers,
Oneida,
Gichy Dan,
The Skatalites,
Sixth Finger,
Easy Going,
Donald Byrd,
Man Eating Sloth, Man Eating Sloth, Man Eating Sloth, Man Eating Sloth.
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.