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 Hungary and from Lille.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 spring reverb 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 Roxy Music to the funk 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 Lizzy Mercier Descloux. All the underground hits.
All This Heat tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Teenage Jesus and the Jerks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Animal Collective record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
David Bowie,
Q and Not U,
Visage,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
the Swans,
Infiniti,
Panda Bear,
Youth Brigade,
Deakin,
Judy Mowatt,
Cameo,
Pere Ubu,
Barry Ungar,
Harpers Bizarre,
Dennis Brown,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Smiths,
Kool Moe Dee,
Radiopuhelimet,
Cecil Taylor,
MDC,
Eurythmics,
EPMD,
Metal Thangz,
Patti Smith,
Drexciya,
Lee Hazlewood,
Hashim,
Gang Green,
Mission of Burma,
Guru Guru,
Nirvana,
Lucky Dragons,
Au Pairs,
Sällskapet,
Soulsonic Force,
The Toasters,
Jesper Dahlback,
the Slits,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Jerry's Kids,
Bill Near,
The Busters,
New York Dolls,
The Misunderstood,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Sam Rivers,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Ultravox,
Silicon Teens,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Quadrant,
Donny Hathaway,
Neu!,
Clear Light,
Jacob Miller,
Public Image Ltd.,
Dave Gahan,
Fear,
Sad Lovers and Giants, Sad Lovers and Giants, Sad Lovers and Giants, Sad Lovers and Giants.
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.