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 Burkina 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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 808 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 The Blues Magoos to the techno kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Yusef Lateef. All the underground hits.
All Blossom Toes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The United States of America record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Move record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roxy Music,
Skriet,
The Dead C,
Ice-T,
Fad Gadget,
Tomorrow,
Young Marble Giants,
Susan Cadogan,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Livin' Joy,
Inner City,
The Stooges,
Animal Collective,
Suburban Knight,
The Red Krayola,
Eric B and Rakim,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Lalann,
The Standells,
Steve Hackett,
The Dirtbombs,
Gerry Rafferty,
Erykah Badu,
Joensuu 1685,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Tropical Tobacco,
DJ Style,
PIL,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Prince Buster,
Simply Red,
Jeff Mills,
Ultra Naté,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Seeds,
Minny Pops,
Grandmaster Flash,
Alphaville,
Quantec,
E-Dancer,
F. McDonald,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Doors,
Harpers Bizarre,
Brothers Johnson,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Ohio Players,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Nik Kershaw,
Royal Trux,
Avey Tare,
The Fuzztones,
Dennis Brown,
Joe Smooth,
Frankie Knuckles,
8 Eyed Spy,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Fortunes,
The Sound,
The Knickerbockers,
Leonard Cohen,
The Gladiators,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Guru Guru, Guru Guru, Guru Guru, Guru Guru.
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.