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 Montenegro and from Tokyo.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 Gang Starr to the rock kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Kaleidoscope. All the underground hits.
All Michelle Simonal tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Terry Callier record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 rhodes and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a CMW record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Quando Quango,
Andrew Hill,
Magazine,
The Fugs,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Lindisfarne,
Matthew Halsall,
Lou Christie,
Angry Samoans,
Deadbeat,
The Flesh Eaters,
A Certain Ratio,
Negative Approach,
The Smoke,
Con Funk Shun,
Kas Product,
Procol Harum,
The Zeros,
Nick Fraelich,
Altered Images,
8 Eyed Spy,
U.S. Maple,
Soulsonic Force,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Livin' Joy,
Camouflage,
The Fortunes,
Ludus,
The Pop Group,
Soul Sonic Force,
Soft Cell,
Connie Case,
Sexual Harrassment,
Pylon,
Deepchord,
Crime,
Theoretical Girls,
Wings,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Fear,
Maleditus Sound,
Robert Hood,
PIL,
Maurizio,
Gang Starr,
Jeru the Damaja,
Donald Byrd,
Second Layer,
Unrelated Segments,
Roger Hodgson,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Neu!,
the Human League,
Arthur Verocai,
Derrick Morgan,
the Sonics,
Magma,
Ice-T,
Subhumans, Subhumans, Subhumans, Subhumans.
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.