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 Germany and from Woodstock.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Glasgow.
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 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 Soul Sonic Force to the rap kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Derrick May. All the underground hits.
All Gang Green tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bootsy Collins 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Blancmange,
Alison Limerick,
Nick Fraelich,
X-Ray Spex,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Pop Group,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Idris Muhammad,
The Selecter,
Sparks,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Grass Roots,
Severed Heads,
Prince Buster,
The Fortunes,
The Cowsills,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Hardrive,
Niagra,
Morten Harket,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Marcia Griffiths,
Dennis Brown,
Terry Callier,
The Victims,
8 Eyed Spy,
Todd Rundgren,
Soul II Soul,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Los Fastidios,
Angry Samoans,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Bang On A Can,
The Tremeloes,
John Coltrane,
Zapp,
Cluster,
Inner City,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Barrington Levy,
Japan,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Radiopuhelimet,
kango's stein massive,
Underground Resistance,
Dawn Penn,
Todd Terry,
Au Pairs,
Joe Finger,
T. Rex,
Amon Düül,
Bootsy Collins,
Lou Reed,
Section 25,
Mandrill,
Scientists,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Freddie Wadling,
Al Stewart,
The Misunderstood, The Misunderstood, The Misunderstood, The Misunderstood.
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.