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 Antigua and from Lagos.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Deepchord to the rap 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 Darondo. All the underground hits.
All Neu! tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Peter & Gordon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Masters at Work record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hoover,
Mantronix,
John Holt,
Wolf Eyes,
Al Stewart,
Arcadia,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Jawbox,
Joey Negro,
Rhythm & Sound,
Cybotron,
Soft Cell,
Juan Atkins,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Television Personalities,
Ludus,
The Moleskins,
Rekid,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Amazonics,
Lungfish,
Scott Walker,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Roxy Music,
Soul II Soul,
Todd Rundgren,
The Busters,
Bad Manners,
The Star Department,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Zapp,
The Dave Clark Five,
Eric B and Rakim,
Moebius,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Terry Callier,
EPMD,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Barracudas,
DJ Sneak,
Nik Kershaw,
Pagans,
ABBA,
Monolake,
Janne Schatter,
Outsiders,
The Motions,
The Misunderstood,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Searchers,
Fugazi,
Boredoms,
Barbara Tucker,
Soft Machine,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Gladiators,
Black Moon,
Los Fastidios,
Essential Logic,
Spoonie Gee,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
X-101,
Tears for Fears,
Peter and Kerry, Peter and Kerry, Peter and Kerry, Peter and Kerry.
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.