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 Samoa and from Toronto.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Black Flag to the techno 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 Erykah Badu. All the underground hits.
All Suicide tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rhythm & Sound 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fad Gadget record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Suburban Knight,
Thompson Twins,
Jandek,
Grauzone,
Aloha Tigers,
Yusef Lateef,
Youth Brigade,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Moby Grape,
Ralphi Rosario,
Agent Orange,
The Mummies,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Doobie Brothers,
Mary Jane Girls,
H. Thieme,
Gang Green,
The Gun Club,
Piero Umiliani,
New Order,
Brass Construction,
Livin' Joy,
OOIOO,
Ten City,
Steve Hackett,
Banda Bassotti,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Schoolly D,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Monochrome Set,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Ronan,
Mantronix,
The Shadows of Knight,
MDC,
Groovy Waters,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Cramps,
Matthew Bourne,
Deadbeat,
Skriet,
Masters at Work,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Essential Logic,
Ponytail,
Sugar Minott,
Half Japanese,
Dennis Brown,
Altered Images,
Subhumans,
Brothers Johnson,
These Immortal Souls,
Wally Richardson,
The Techniques,
Jeff Lynne,
Rhythm & Sound,
Slick Rick,
Metal Thangz,
The Fall,
Severed Heads, Severed Heads, Severed Heads, Severed Heads.
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.