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 Qatar and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle show in London.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the oboe 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 kango's stein massive to the rock kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Beasts of Bourbon. All the underground hits.
All Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pole record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 mellotron and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Barracudas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ludus,
The Blackbyrds,
This Heat,
Kaleidoscope,
Peter and Kerry,
Y Pants,
Dawn Penn,
Country Teasers,
Sexual Harrassment,
Idris Muhammad,
The Barracudas,
The Techniques,
Man Parrish,
Steve Hackett,
Gang Gang Dance,
Mark Hollis,
Depeche Mode,
Big Daddy Kane,
Hoover,
Cluster,
Kerri Chandler,
The Modern Lovers,
Cameo,
Visage,
Tears for Fears,
Black Sheep,
Aloha Tigers,
Pole,
D'Angelo,
Gabor Szabo,
Television Personalities,
Vladislav Delay,
Byron Stingily,
Circle Jerks,
A Certain Ratio,
DNA,
Adolescents,
Model 500,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Smog,
Blossom Toes,
Echospace,
the Human League,
Davy DMX,
T. Rex,
The Walker Brothers,
Bizarre Inc.,
Lou Reed,
The Martian,
Scratch Acid,
The Divine Comedy,
UT,
Warsaw,
The Busters,
Sam Rivers,
Electric Prunes,
Roxette,
Judy Mowatt,
Moebius,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Howard Jones,
Mantronix, Mantronix, Mantronix, Mantronix.
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.