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 South Sudan and from Copenhagen.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 theremin 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 Fatback Band to the crunk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Aloha Tigers. All the underground hits.
All Lalann tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Peter and Kerry record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Al Stewart record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Aural Exciters,
John Foxx,
Y Pants,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Lucky Dragons,
R.M.O.,
Barbara Tucker,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Moleskins,
Scion,
John Cale,
Bizarre Inc.,
Reuben Wilson,
These Immortal Souls,
Goldenarms,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Modern Lovers,
Jeff Mills,
Duran Duran,
Rosa Yemen,
Talk Talk,
Iggy Pop,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Doors,
Agitation Free,
Warren Ellis,
ABBA,
David McCallum,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Rekid,
The Flesh Eaters,
Monolake,
Roxette,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Selecter,
Heaven 17,
Gang of Four,
Grauzone,
The Smoke,
Anakelly,
H. Thieme,
The Kinks,
Second Layer,
the Sonics,
Con Funk Shun,
Graham Central Station,
Pole,
Minutemen,
Drexciya,
Rufus Thomas,
F. McDonald,
The New Christs,
Bluetip,
Altered Images,
Spandau Ballet,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Ultravox,
Suburban Knight,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Godley & Creme, Godley & Creme, Godley & Creme, Godley & Creme.
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.