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 Cambodia and from Woodstock.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 marimba 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 Lonnie Liston Smith to the dance kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Evens. All the underground hits.
All Matthew Halsall tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Gap Band 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Sisters of Mercy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crime,
Pylon,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Radiopuhelimet,
Faust,
Simply Red,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Au Pairs,
Bad Manners,
Jeff Lynne,
Pere Ubu,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Bush Tetras,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Robert Wyatt,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Zeros,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Electric Prunes,
Quando Quango,
Symarip,
Soft Machine,
Mr. Review,
Alphaville,
Brothers Johnson,
Mary Jane Girls,
World's Most,
Magma,
Crispian St. Peters,
Scion,
Kerri Chandler,
Con Funk Shun,
Main Source,
Skriet,
Moss Icon,
Archie Shepp,
Junior Murvin,
The Seeds,
Shoche,
Qualms,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Kayak,
Warren Ellis,
The Mojo Men,
June of 44,
Blossom Toes,
Fela Kuti,
The Offenders,
Suicide,
Goldenarms,
Kaleidoscope,
the Association,
Rites of Spring,
Hardrive,
Minutemen,
Connie Case,
Jeff Mills,
Robert Görl,
The Moleskins,
Lalo Schifrin,
Fort Wilson Riot, Fort Wilson Riot, Fort Wilson Riot, Fort Wilson Riot.
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.