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 Poland and from Hong Kong.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 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 Derrick Morgan to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Cameo. All the underground hits.
All Erasure tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Gun Club record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Aaron Thompson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dead Boys,
Eve St. Jones,
Donny Hathaway,
The Barracudas,
Gang of Four,
Danielle Patucci,
Neu!,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Absolute Body Control,
Fela Kuti,
Mo-Dettes,
Scott Walker,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Terry Callier,
FM Einheit,
Black Sheep,
Junior Murvin,
Drive Like Jehu,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Thee Headcoats,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Saccharine Trust,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
A Certain Ratio,
Scion,
Rotary Connection,
Kenny Larkin,
Black Pus,
Shuggie Otis,
The Toasters,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Henry Cow,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Robert Görl,
Lungfish,
Los Fastidios,
Thompson Twins,
Simply Red,
The Motions,
Flash Fearless,
Country Teasers,
Marine Girls,
Metal Thangz,
Inner City,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Kevin Saunderson,
Yellowson,
Eric B and Rakim,
Pharoah Sanders,
Ultra Naté,
Don Cherry,
Eddi Front,
Electric Prunes,
Accadde A,
Trumans Water,
Grandmaster Flash,
Niagra,
Ludus,
Rhythm & Sound,
Visage, Visage, Visage, Visage.
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.