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 Romania and from Taipei.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 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 Jacques Brel to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 The Golliwogs. All the underground hits.
All Colin Newman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Cosmic Jokers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Icehouse record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Suicide,
Neu!,
Nils Olav,
Minor Threat,
Faraquet,
June of 44,
The Dirtbombs,
Monolake,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Essential Logic,
Faust,
The Remains,
Godley & Creme,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Selecter,
Marc Almond,
Jandek,
Index,
Gang Green,
Amazonics,
Amon Düül II,
Underground Resistance,
The Music Machine,
Charles Mingus,
Bronski Beat,
Stetsasonic,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Warren Ellis,
Lindisfarne,
The New Christs,
Schoolly D,
Wire,
The Pretty Things,
Funkadelic,
Terry Callier,
Brick,
The Blackbyrds,
Colin Newman,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Scan 7,
Ituana,
Todd Rundgren,
Bobby Womack,
The American Breed,
Grauzone,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Skriet,
Alison Limerick,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Fuzztones,
Intrusion,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Invisible,
Janne Schatter,
Roy Ayers,
Aural Exciters,
Junior Murvin,
Aloha Tigers,
The Offenders,
Alice Coltrane,
The Walker Brothers,
Tim Buckley,
Sam Rivers,
Metal Thangz, Metal Thangz, Metal Thangz, Metal Thangz.
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.