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 Australia and from Johannesburg.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 Michael McDonald 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 Janne Schatter to the grime kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Spoonie Gee. All the underground hits.
All Rhythm & Sound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rufus Thomas 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a DNA record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
X-102,
Youth Brigade,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
David Bowie,
Nation of Ulysses,
Spoonie Gee,
Rekid,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Silicon Teens,
Terry Callier,
Amon Düül II,
Neil Young,
Smog,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
These Immortal Souls,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Searchers,
Todd Rundgren,
Drexciya,
Minor Threat,
The Modern Lovers,
EPMD,
The Blues Magoos,
Dennis Brown,
The Raincoats,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Traffic Nightmare,
Jeff Lynne,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Throbbing Gristle,
Chris Corsano,
Freddie Wadling,
Blancmange,
Bronski Beat,
Derrick May,
David McCallum,
Kurtis Blow,
Goldenarms,
Rod Modell,
The Angels of Light,
Scan 7,
Little Man,
Television Personalities,
Jacob Miller,
The Last Poets,
The Selecter,
the Association,
John Foxx,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Pretty Things,
Half Japanese,
Iggy Pop,
Peter and Kerry,
MDC,
Nico,
U.S. Maple,
Bauhaus,
Accadde A,
Kaleidoscope,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Move,
The Star Department, The Star Department, The Star Department, The Star Department.
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.