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 Malawi and from Sao Paulo.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 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 Excepter to the dance kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Negative Approach. All the underground hits.
All Bad Manners tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Suburban Knight record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a MDC record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Radio Birdman,
The Moleskins,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Davy DMX,
David Axelrod,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Cecil Taylor,
Pere Ubu,
The Move,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Harmonia,
Make Up,
Khruangbin,
John Lydon,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Blossom Toes,
Curtis Mayfield,
Faraquet,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Shuggie Otis,
Silicon Teens,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Flesh Eaters,
Gichy Dan,
The Gladiators,
the Germs,
Underground Resistance,
Tears for Fears,
Bobby Byrd,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Ice-T,
Supertramp,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Nirvana,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Pylon,
Alison Limerick,
Glambeats Corp.,
Adolescents,
Trumans Water,
Frankie Knuckles,
Dawn Penn,
Thee Headcoats,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Boredoms,
Aaron Thompson,
Accadde A,
Blake Baxter,
Maurizio,
Eurythmics,
The Count Five,
The Happenings,
Tubeway Army,
Yaz,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Tomorrow,
Hashim,
The Knickerbockers, The Knickerbockers, The Knickerbockers, The Knickerbockers.
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.