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 Sudan and from Calgary.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Jakarta.
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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Aural Exciters to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 DJ Style. All the underground hits.
All Faust tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Charles Mingus 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 guitar and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Siouxsie and the Banshees record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fluxion,
Skaos,
Johnny Clarke,
The Five Americans,
Robert Wyatt,
Desert Stars,
Graham Central Station,
Wire,
Jawbox,
Andrew Hill,
Swell Maps,
The Leaves,
Kerrie Biddell,
Iggy Pop,
Buzzcocks,
Pet Shop Boys,
Q and Not U,
Bobby Byrd,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Organ,
Half Japanese,
Scan 7,
Dual Sessions,
Robert Görl,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
A Certain Ratio,
Jesper Dahlback,
Freddie Wadling,
Reuben Wilson,
Matthew Bourne,
The Blues Magoos,
Todd Rundgren,
June Days,
Icehouse,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Gong,
China Crisis,
Eden Ahbez,
The Remains,
The New Christs,
Tears for Fears,
Negative Approach,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Aswad,
L. Decosne,
The Dirtbombs,
Chris Corsano,
Little Man,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Charles Mingus,
Curtis Mayfield,
Eurythmics,
Black Bananas,
Gang Starr,
Bill Wells,
Lower 48,
Tubeway Army,
The Mummies,
The Angels of Light, The Angels of Light, The Angels of Light, The Angels of Light.
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.