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 Mauritania and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the marimba 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 Maurizio to the electroclash 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 Monolake. All the underground hits.
All Fela Kuti tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Litter record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Desert Stars record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Audionom,
Rites of Spring,
Roxette,
the Bar-Kays,
Gregory Isaacs,
U.S. Maple,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Joe Smooth,
The Beau Brummels,
Radio Birdman,
Aural Exciters,
John Coltrane,
The Fire Engines,
The Motions,
Pharoah Sanders,
Nirvana,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Lakeside,
Roy Ayers,
Vainqueur,
Altered Images,
Pere Ubu,
Matthew Bourne,
Roxy Music,
Mo-Dettes,
Idris Muhammad,
Magazine,
Robert Görl,
the Swans,
The Music Machine,
The Buckinghams,
Groovy Waters,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Average White Band,
Scientists,
Dark Day,
Marmalade,
Black Pus,
The Angels of Light,
Traffic Nightmare,
Skarface,
Severed Heads,
Johnny Osbourne,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Gang Gang Dance,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Charles Mingus,
Radiopuhelimet,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Dual Sessions,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Rufus Thomas,
Erykah Badu,
The Detroit Cobras,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Saints,
Fat Boys,
the Germs,
The Cramps,
Lou Reed & John Cale, Lou Reed & John Cale, Lou Reed & John Cale, Lou Reed & John Cale.
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.