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 Macedonia and from Bologna.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Shanghai.
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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Mantronix to the crunk 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 Alison Limerick. All the underground hits.
All Minnie Riperton tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eli Mardock record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 808 and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Be Bop Deluxe record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Red Krayola,
The Wake,
Steve Hackett,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Gang Green,
The Pretty Things,
Slick Rick,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Qualms,
Scratch Acid,
Roxy Music,
Mars,
Fad Gadget,
Mary Jane Girls,
Cal Tjader,
Bush Tetras,
Derrick May,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Doobie Brothers,
Yaz,
a-ha,
Funkadelic,
Max Romeo,
The Neon Judgement,
Black Bananas,
Thee Headcoats,
In Retrospect,
Q and Not U,
David Axelrod,
Nas,
The Litter,
EPMD,
Von Mondo,
The Star Department,
The Dead C,
Warren Ellis,
Crispian St. Peters,
Circle Jerks,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Swans,
Sandy B,
Heaven 17,
the Association,
Livin' Joy,
Hashim,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Ken Boothe,
Guru Guru,
Lower 48,
Arcadia,
Vainqueur,
Gabor Szabo,
Organ,
The Gun Club,
Donny Hathaway,
New York Dolls,
David McCallum,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Moleskins,
The Sound,
Grey Daturas,
Tomorrow, Tomorrow, Tomorrow, Tomorrow.
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.