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 Kenya and from Lyon.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 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 Morten Harket to the punk 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 Motions. All the underground hits.
All Tres Demented tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Loose Ends record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 mellotron and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kerrie Biddell,
Moss Icon,
Spoonie Gee,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Infiniti,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Flipper,
Siglo XX,
Idris Muhammad,
Man Parrish,
Vainqueur,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Depeche Mode,
Average White Band,
Brass Construction,
Nation of Ulysses,
Rekid,
U.S. Maple,
Massinfluence,
Minnie Riperton,
Pharoah Sanders,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Babytalk,
Scott Walker,
Circle Jerks,
Organ,
OOIOO,
Nico,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Royal Trux,
The Vogues,
The Happenings,
Joe Smooth,
Todd Terry,
The Dirtbombs,
Gang Gang Dance,
Khruangbin,
The Electric Prunes,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Buzzcocks,
the Sonics,
10cc,
the Germs,
Pulsallama,
Marmalade,
Deadbeat,
Alison Limerick,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Stooges,
The Black Dice,
Model 500,
Mars,
Drexciya,
Todd Rundgren,
Al Stewart,
Barbara Tucker,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Gil Scott Heron,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Beau Brummels,
DJ Sneak, DJ Sneak, DJ Sneak, DJ Sneak.
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.