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 Zambia and from Mexico City.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 Model 500 to the rock 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 ABBA. All the underground hits.
All This Heat tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eli Mardock 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Mojo Men record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Moody Blues,
Oneida,
Fatback Band,
Mark Hollis,
Grey Daturas,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Stereo Dub,
Saccharine Trust,
Todd Rundgren,
Danielle Patucci,
ABC,
Tomorrow,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Monochrome Set,
Ronan,
Mandrill,
Girls At Our Best!,
Ohio Players,
Sugar Minott,
the Soft Cell,
Moebius,
Heaven 17,
Carl Craig,
Flash Fearless,
Glenn Branca,
B.T. Express,
Bronski Beat,
Au Pairs,
Thee Headcoats,
Rod Modell,
the Slits,
Icehouse,
Susan Cadogan,
Quantec,
Letta Mbulu,
Von Mondo,
The Buckinghams,
Reagan Youth,
The Stooges,
Kool Moe Dee,
PIL,
Hardrive,
F. McDonald,
CMW,
Reuben Wilson,
Grauzone,
Marmalade,
Pantaleimon,
Throbbing Gristle,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Mojo Men,
8 Eyed Spy,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Archie Shepp,
Magazine,
The J.B.'s,
MDC,
kango's stein massive,
Arcadia, Arcadia, Arcadia, Arcadia.
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.