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 Jamaica and from Cairo.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 Lou Reed 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 Banda Bassotti to the dance kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Howard Jones. All the underground hits.
All James Chance & The Contortions tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 rhodes and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Echospace record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Easy Going,
Gang of Four,
The Index,
Eddi Front,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Sugar Minott,
Yazoo,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Gerry Rafferty,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Nik Kershaw,
Alice Coltrane,
Sparks,
Circle Jerks,
Freddie Wadling,
The Pop Group,
Letta Mbulu,
Fad Gadget,
Marshall Jefferson,
F. McDonald,
Magma,
OOIOO,
Banda Bassotti,
Aswad,
Hot Snakes,
Public Image Ltd.,
AZ,
Aural Exciters,
KRS-One,
Ponytail,
Moebius,
Black Moon,
Drexciya,
Echospace,
Arthur Verocai,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Barrington Levy,
Jeff Lynne,
Joensuu 1685,
Rosa Yemen,
B.T. Express,
Dawn Penn,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Curtis Mayfield,
Chrome,
Black Flag,
The Gap Band,
Swans,
Fugazi,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Subhumans,
Bobby Byrd,
Altered Images,
Marc Almond,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Godley & Creme,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Remains,
Section 25,
Throbbing Gristle, Throbbing Gristle, Throbbing Gristle, Throbbing Gristle.
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.