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 Vietnam and from Bremen.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 Robert Palmer 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 Ultra Naté to the dance 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 Lizzy Mercier Descloux. All the underground hits.
All Richard Hell and the Voidoids tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Big Daddy Kane record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Electric Prunes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kerrie Biddell,
Goldenarms,
Tim Buckley,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Jeff Mills,
The Alarm Clocks,
Aaron Thompson,
Brick,
Lakeside,
The Gap Band,
The Blues Magoos,
PIL,
Ituana,
the Association,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Busters,
Archie Shepp,
Johnny Clarke,
Jawbox,
Glambeats Corp.,
Altered Images,
Curtis Mayfield,
New York Dolls,
The Star Department,
Excepter,
10cc,
Minnie Riperton,
Bush Tetras,
Tommy Roe,
Rod Modell,
Maleditus Sound,
Boredoms,
DNA,
T.S.O.L.,
Mars,
Junior Murvin,
Don Cherry,
Marvin Gaye,
The Beau Brummels,
Pharoah Sanders,
Camberwell Now,
John Coltrane,
Underground Resistance,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Girls At Our Best!,
Mantronix,
Jandek,
Hot Snakes,
Flash Fearless,
Rekid,
Youth Brigade,
Kurtis Blow,
Newcleus,
Isaac Hayes,
Grandmaster Flash,
Chris & Cosey,
JFA,
Mo-Dettes,
John Foxx,
Deepchord,
The Misunderstood,
Terrestrial Tones,
Main Source, Main Source, Main Source, Main Source.
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.