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 Chile and from Manila.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 The Offenders to the punk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Rufus Thomas. All the underground hits.
All Black Bananas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Section 25 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Crime record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jerry Gold Smith,
Cymande,
Suburban Knight,
Banda Bassotti,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Jeff Mills,
Ludus,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Loose Ends,
Archie Shepp,
Gerry Rafferty,
Bill Near,
Dark Day,
Mark Hollis,
Eli Mardock,
Shoche,
Sixth Finger,
The Star Department,
Alice Coltrane,
Von Mondo,
Don Cherry,
Motorama,
Bobby Womack,
Ronnie Foster,
Nils Olav,
Rosa Yemen,
Harry Pussy,
Pet Shop Boys,
Howard Jones,
Blancmange,
Accadde A,
The Zeros,
E-Dancer,
Danielle Patucci,
U.S. Maple,
The American Breed,
Lindisfarne,
Matthew Halsall,
Pole,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
the Germs,
The Martian,
The Busters,
Delta 5,
Radiohead,
The Beau Brummels,
Althea and Donna,
Tubeway Army,
The Alarm Clocks,
Make Up,
Joyce Sims,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
D'Angelo,
The Buckinghams,
R.M.O.,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Icehouse,
Barclay James Harvest,
La Düsseldorf,
Fatback Band,
The Count Five,
Subhumans, Subhumans, Subhumans, Subhumans.
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.