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 Barbados and from Accra.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 organ 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 Japan to the crunk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 The Mummies. All the underground hits.
All Sad Lovers and Giants tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Erasure record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eden Ahbez record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Isaac Hayes,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Franke,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Litter,
Joey Negro,
Marshall Jefferson,
Jawbox,
Henry Cow,
The Modern Lovers,
Groovy Waters,
a-ha,
Johnny Clarke,
Crispy Ambulance,
Morten Harket,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Supertramp,
Harmonia,
The Kinks,
The Walker Brothers,
Nico,
The Black Dice,
Jacques Brel,
The Zeros,
Freddie Wadling,
Man Eating Sloth,
Dawn Penn,
The United States of America,
The Techniques,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Rakim,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Althea and Donna,
Todd Rundgren,
Avey Tare,
Neu!,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Connie Case,
Niagra,
The Remains,
Nation of Ulysses,
Underground Resistance,
Nik Kershaw,
Black Pus,
Oneida,
Don Cherry,
Marc Almond,
Junior Murvin,
Nas,
Rod Modell,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Michelle Simonal,
The Searchers,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
This Heat,
Eve St. Jones,
Byron Stingily,
Bobby Womack,
Roy Ayers,
Stiv Bators, Stiv Bators, Stiv Bators, Stiv Bators.
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.