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 Zambia and from Beijing.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Animal Collective to the crunk 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 Sex Pistols. All the underground hits.
All The Moody Blues tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marine Girls 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Matthew Bourne record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Neil Young,
Gregory Isaacs,
the Soft Cell,
MC5,
Skriet,
The Sonics,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Joyce Sims,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Sight & Sound,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Pagans,
Crooked Eye,
Stereo Dub,
Faraquet,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Fat Boys,
Nils Olav,
Dorothy Ashby,
Talk Talk,
Eli Mardock,
John Foxx,
Todd Rundgren,
Blake Baxter,
Curtis Mayfield,
Mo-Dettes,
The Mummies,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Henry Cow,
Royal Trux,
Dark Day,
Nico,
Von Mondo,
Alton Ellis,
Gang Gang Dance,
Scrapy,
The Saints,
Basic Channel,
Cal Tjader,
Black Bananas,
Avey Tare,
Roger Hodgson,
Josef K,
Cybotron,
The United States of America,
Negative Approach,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Pet Shop Boys,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Modern Lovers,
Danielle Patucci,
Grauzone,
The Blues Magoos,
Cymande,
Hasil Adkins,
The Monochrome Set,
Agitation Free,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Sound Behaviour,
Interpol, Interpol, Interpol, Interpol.
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.