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 Sri Lanka and from Taipei.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Al Stewart to the grunge kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Index. All the underground hits.
All The Skatalites tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bronski Beat record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 mellotron and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Foxx record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Names,
Anthony Braxton,
Maleditus Sound,
Y Pants,
Trumans Water,
Depeche Mode,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
John Lydon,
Peter & Gordon,
the Sonics,
Ohio Players,
Cal Tjader,
The J.B.'s,
Tres Demented,
JFA,
Visage,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Warren Ellis,
Qualms,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Real Kids,
the Soft Cell,
Chrome,
Clear Light,
Boredoms,
Bobby Womack,
The Sound,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Porter Ricks,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Sonics,
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Matthew Bourne,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
James White and The Blacks,
Parry Music,
The Angels of Light,
Roy Ayers,
Bill Near,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Don Cherry,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Toasters,
Iggy Pop,
Grey Daturas,
Barry Ungar,
Los Fastidios,
Thee Headcoats,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
the Fania All-Stars,
Brick,
Pagans,
Erykah Badu,
Pet Shop Boys,
Faraquet,
Oblivians,
Cheater Slicks,
Monolake, Monolake, Monolake, Monolake.
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.