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 Brazil and from Stockholm.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 Holger Czukay 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 Lou Reed to the dance 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 Gang of Four. All the underground hits.
All Liliput tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Jesus and Mary Chain record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tommy Roe record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nation of Ulysses,
Piero Umiliani,
World's Most,
Judy Mowatt,
Whodini,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Associates,
Faraquet,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Black Dice,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Audionom,
Black Flag,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Warsaw,
Crooked Eye,
Cymande,
a-ha,
The Skatalites,
U.S. Maple,
Boredoms,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Pretty Things,
Traffic Nightmare,
Moebius,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Barrington Levy,
Don Cherry,
Vainqueur,
The Vogues,
DNA,
Ten City,
Newcleus,
Aloha Tigers,
Minny Pops,
June Days,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Nik Kershaw,
Harpers Bizarre,
Faust,
Angry Samoans,
Bobby Byrd,
Panda Bear,
Mad Mike,
Monks,
The Toasters,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
D'Angelo,
The Raincoats,
Sight & Sound,
Mark Hollis,
Scan 7,
Morten Harket,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Scion,
Kool Moe Dee,
Susan Cadogan,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Eve St. Jones, Eve St. Jones, Eve St. Jones, Eve St. Jones.
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.