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 Barbados and from Mumbai.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 theremin 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 Livin' Joy to the jazz 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 The Slits. All the underground hits.
All Neu! tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eve St. Jones record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Monks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Don Cherry,
Eden Ahbez,
Roy Ayers,
Scrapy,
Fear,
Scott Walker,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Deepchord,
The Misunderstood,
Pierre Henry,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Aural Exciters,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Echospace,
Nik Kershaw,
Wally Richardson,
Roxette,
Sparks,
The Fall,
Parry Music,
Josef K,
the Normal,
Soft Cell,
Bootsy Collins,
Kevin Saunderson,
Aaron Thompson,
Chris Corsano,
Peter & Gordon,
The United States of America,
a-ha,
The Associates,
Accadde A,
Sight & Sound,
Bill Wells,
E-Dancer,
Camouflage,
Mandrill,
Surgeon,
Darondo,
Letta Mbulu,
The Move,
Lower 48,
Fort Wilson Riot,
ABBA,
Sonny Sharrock,
Malaria!,
Desert Stars,
Terrestrial Tones,
Steve Hackett,
48th St. Collective,
The Pop Group,
The Blackbyrds,
Rapeman,
DJ Sneak,
B.T. Express,
Buzzcocks,
Soulsonic Force,
AZ,
Boz Scaggs,
ABC, ABC, ABC, ABC.
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.