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 Estonia and from Beijing.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Massinfluence to the punk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Slave. All the underground hits.
All David McCallum tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nation of Ulysses record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Young Marble Giants record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Crooked Eye,
Brass Construction,
Glambeats Corp.,
Eddi Front,
John Foxx,
Gastr Del Sol,
Johnny Clarke,
Black Moon,
Brothers Johnson,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Standells,
Ralphi Rosario,
This Heat,
Letta Mbulu,
Gong,
Gang Green,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Quadrant,
Young Marble Giants,
Wings,
Technova,
The Gories,
Inner City,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Fall,
Groovy Waters,
The Birthday Party,
the Human League,
Underground Resistance,
David McCallum,
The Vogues,
Goldenarms,
The Black Dice,
The Seeds,
Judy Mowatt,
The Mojo Men,
Marc Almond,
Das Ding,
The Detroit Cobras,
Brand Nubian,
Tomorrow,
Country Teasers,
Throbbing Gristle,
Todd Rundgren,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Anakelly,
The Last Poets,
The Happenings,
These Immortal Souls,
Drive Like Jehu,
Cameo,
Quantec,
Neu!,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Young Rascals,
Juan Atkins,
Funky Four + One,
Faust,
Talk Talk,
Blake Baxter, Blake Baxter, Blake Baxter, Blake Baxter.
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.