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 Greece and from Seoul.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 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 Detroit Cobras to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Vladislav Delay. All the underground hits.
All Soft Machine tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Schoolly D record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tommy Roe record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eli Mardock,
Livin' Joy,
The Dave Clark Five,
Country Teasers,
Dead Boys,
Loose Ends,
Laurel Aitken,
The Blackbyrds,
Little Man,
Bizarre Inc.,
LL Cool J,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Brothers Johnson,
Yazoo,
H. Thieme,
Vladislav Delay,
Alice Coltrane,
Warren Ellis,
Deepchord,
Derrick Morgan,
Model 500,
Q and Not U,
Echospace,
Cheater Slicks,
Lalo Schifrin,
Black Sheep,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Toasters,
Clear Light,
Roxy Music,
June Days,
Scott Walker,
Michelle Simonal,
Jacques Brel,
Sugar Minott,
the Fania All-Stars,
Bob Dylan,
Shuggie Otis,
Kayak,
Pole,
Slick Rick,
Television Personalities,
JFA,
Dual Sessions,
Prince Buster,
The Moody Blues,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Black Pus,
Public Enemy,
Girls At Our Best!,
Byron Stingily,
Hasil Adkins,
One Last Wish,
Eric Copeland,
The Shadows of Knight,
Panda Bear,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Pet Shop Boys,
MDC,
Popol Vuh,
New Age Steppers,
Kings Of Tomorrow, Kings Of Tomorrow, Kings Of Tomorrow, Kings Of Tomorrow.
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.