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 Thailand and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 arpeggiator 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 Wolf Eyes to the rock 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 Goldenarms. All the underground hits.
All Ultravox tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pierre Henry record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a K-Klass record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eyeless In Gaza,
Barclay James Harvest,
Bad Manners,
Talk Talk,
Supertramp,
The Pop Group,
Danielle Patucci,
MDC,
Archie Shepp,
June of 44,
The Beau Brummels,
The Human League,
New Order,
Whodini,
The Offenders,
The Flesh Eaters,
Metal Thangz,
The Star Department,
Crime,
The Slackers,
Smog,
Yaz,
Boredoms,
Carl Craig,
The Moleskins,
Laurel Aitken,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Drexciya,
Motorama,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Warren Ellis,
Johnny Osbourne,
Wolf Eyes,
The Golliwogs,
Joey Negro,
The Associates,
Fat Boys,
Blake Baxter,
Matthew Bourne,
The Happenings,
Television Personalities,
Freddie Wadling,
Sister Nancy,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Agitation Free,
Amon Düül,
The Velvet Underground,
Dark Day,
Dawn Penn,
Don Cherry,
Echospace,
Morten Harket,
David McCallum,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Sexual Harrassment,
Altered Images,
Livin' Joy,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Cybotron, Cybotron, Cybotron, Cybotron.
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.