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 Zimbabwe and from Houston.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 808 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 Sonny Sharrock to the disco kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Slick Rick. All the underground hits.
All Pantytec tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pole record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Outsiders record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Glambeats Corp.,
Tres Demented,
Dennis Brown,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Crash Course in Science,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Vogues,
Jerry's Kids,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Circle Jerks,
Harpers Bizarre,
Cluster,
Urselle,
8 Eyed Spy,
David Bowie,
Joensuu 1685,
Arcadia,
Bobby Womack,
X-Ray Spex,
Sandy B,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Red Krayola,
Frankie Knuckles,
Wally Richardson,
Main Source,
Isaac Hayes,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Glenn Branca,
Rapeman,
Sight & Sound,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Fall,
The Grass Roots,
Carl Craig,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Five Americans,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Aural Exciters,
MC5,
Donny Hathaway,
The Raincoats,
Neil Young,
Masters at Work,
Arab on Radar,
Joe Finger,
Unrelated Segments,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Sonics,
Radiohead,
Kurtis Blow,
Barclay James Harvest,
Marine Girls,
The Move,
Tom Boy,
Chris & Cosey,
Flamin' Groovies,
Crooked Eye,
DJ Sneak,
Wolf Eyes,
Dave Gahan,
Ludus, Ludus, Ludus, Ludus.
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.