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 Sweden and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 oboe 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 Alphaville to the punk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 One Last Wish. All the underground hits.
All Angels of Light & Akron/Family tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Harmonia 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Throbbing Gristle record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gang of Four,
Marmalade,
Tom Boy,
The Cramps,
Lower 48,
Jacob Miller,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Lungfish,
The Buckinghams,
Traffic Nightmare,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Beau Brummels,
Infiniti,
Colin Newman,
Hardrive,
The Victims,
James Chance & The Contortions,
8 Eyed Spy,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Panda Bear,
Subhumans,
Pharoah Sanders,
Piero Umiliani,
Althea and Donna,
Marine Girls,
Ultravox,
Mr. Review,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Gap Band,
Bad Manners,
Don Cherry,
Alphaville,
The J.B.'s,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Trojans,
John Holt,
Echospace,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Fluxion,
The Music Machine,
The Walker Brothers,
X-Ray Spex,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Nils Olav,
Soul II Soul,
E-Dancer,
The Slits,
Hasil Adkins,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Qualms,
Jeff Mills,
The Motions,
a-ha,
Massinfluence,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
John Foxx,
The Litter,
Gregory Isaacs,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Pretty Things,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Albert Ayler, Albert Ayler, Albert Ayler, Albert Ayler.
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.