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 Djibouti and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 mellotron 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 Ossler to the electroclash 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 DeepChord presents Echospace. All the underground hits.
All Tomorrow tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sun Ra 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 a mellotron and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lou Reed & Metallica record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rufus Thomas,
Mantronix,
Tears for Fears,
Zero Boys,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Maurizio,
Aswad,
The Divine Comedy,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Flamin' Groovies,
John Cale,
Sonic Youth,
Malaria!,
Spandau Ballet,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Deadbeat,
Lower 48,
The Durutti Column,
Ronan,
Lee Hazlewood,
Rekid,
Kerrie Biddell,
John Lydon,
The Busters,
Joy Division,
Danielle Patucci,
LL Cool J,
Tubeway Army,
Quadrant,
Mary Jane Girls,
Maleditus Sound,
Television,
The Mojo Men,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Prince Buster,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Blues Magoos,
DJ Sneak,
Sam Rivers,
The Mummies,
Kool Moe Dee,
Bill Wells,
Faust,
Al Stewart,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Fugazi,
The Fuzztones,
Morten Harket,
Cal Tjader,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Sällskapet,
48th St. Collective,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Bauhaus,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Motions,
The Gun Club,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Nick Fraelich, Nick Fraelich, Nick Fraelich, Nick Fraelich.
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.