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 St Lucia and from Taipei.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Sisters of Mercy to the rock kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Agitation Free. All the underground hits.
All Henry Cow tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every World's Most record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 a rhodes and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Flag record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
R.M.O.,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Flesh Eaters,
Index,
UT,
Warren Ellis,
Chris Corsano,
Jesper Dahlback,
Soulsonic Force,
Radiopuhelimet,
Terry Callier,
Sonny Sharrock,
Technova,
The Fortunes,
John Coltrane,
John Lydon,
The Golliwogs,
Symarip,
Moebius,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Fatback Band,
Smog,
Underground Resistance,
the Association,
Aloha Tigers,
Hardrive,
Curtis Mayfield,
Yaz,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Icehouse,
Big Daddy Kane,
Minnie Riperton,
Dennis Brown,
Delta 5,
Wolf Eyes,
Fad Gadget,
Soul II Soul,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Main Source,
Cameo,
Gong,
Malaria!,
Sällskapet,
Kas Product,
Gregory Isaacs,
Eric B and Rakim,
the Swans,
Boredoms,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Doors,
Skarface,
The Kinks,
Jerry's Kids,
Kool Moe Dee,
Second Layer,
Zero Boys,
Frankie Knuckles,
Black Pus,
Agitation Free,
Pussy Galore,
MDC,
the Bar-Kays,
Nick Fraelich,
Lalo Schifrin,
PIL, PIL, PIL, PIL.
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.