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 Bosnia Herzegovina and from Copenhagen.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 synthesizer 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 Au Pairs to the disco kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Drive Like Jehu. All the underground hits.
All David Bowie tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Star Department record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marcia Griffiths record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sound Behaviour,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Techniques,
Ultra Naté,
Siglo XX,
Flamin' Groovies,
Skarface,
June of 44,
New Age Steppers,
the Germs,
Bad Manners,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Flesh Eaters,
Massinfluence,
Wings,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Associates,
Vladislav Delay,
Ohio Players,
Stockholm Monsters,
Zero Boys,
The Golliwogs,
8 Eyed Spy,
Maurizio,
Echospace,
Panda Bear,
Reagan Youth,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Cowsills,
Anakelly,
Sun City Girls,
Wally Richardson,
Fifty Foot Hose,
the Normal,
Lightning Bolt,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Joy Division,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Ronnie Foster,
The Modern Lovers,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Boz Scaggs,
Ultimate Spinach,
Soul II Soul,
Nation of Ulysses,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Urselle,
Rotary Connection,
Hoover,
The Remains,
Susan Cadogan,
Sexual Harrassment,
K-Klass,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Grandmaster Flash,
Pagans,
Neu!,
Lindisfarne,
Sonny Sharrock,
Au Pairs,
Mary Jane Girls, Mary Jane Girls, Mary Jane Girls, Mary Jane Girls.
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.