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 Moldova and from Edmonton.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 sitar 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 Guru Guru to the funk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Searchers. All the underground hits.
All Todd Rundgren tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Grass Roots record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Radiohead record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bang On A Can,
The Slackers,
Wally Richardson,
Stiv Bators,
The Buckinghams,
the Normal,
Lindisfarne,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Invisible,
Los Fastidios,
John Holt,
Qualms,
Eli Mardock,
Roger Hodgson,
The Names,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Pet Shop Boys,
New York Dolls,
Das Ding,
Robert Wyatt,
Stockholm Monsters,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Aural Exciters,
Mark Hollis,
E-Dancer,
CMW,
the Human League,
Depeche Mode,
Tom Boy,
Ten City,
Marcia Griffiths,
F. McDonald,
Cecil Taylor,
The Real Kids,
Talk Talk,
Flash Fearless,
Saccharine Trust,
Black Moon,
Motorama,
Carl Craig,
Bad Manners,
FM Einheit,
Soul Sonic Force,
Glenn Branca,
KRS-One,
Joensuu 1685,
Bill Near,
Henry Cow,
Kayak,
Pantytec,
UT,
Bill Wells,
June of 44,
The Last Poets,
Idris Muhammad,
Amon Düül II,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Nick Fraelich,
Cabaret Voltaire,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Easy Going,
Be Bop Deluxe, Be Bop Deluxe, Be Bop Deluxe, Be Bop Deluxe.
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.