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 Taiwan and from Taipei.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 mellotron 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 Aural Exciters to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Michelle Simonal. All the underground hits.
All Donny Hathaway tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The New Christs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 harpsichord and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Major Organ And The Adding Machine record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Cure,
Basic Channel,
Mo-Dettes,
The Vogues,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Wally Richardson,
Y Pants,
Sex Pistols,
Yazoo,
Khruangbin,
Rekid,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Dorothy Ashby,
Jacob Miller,
The Associates,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Boogie Down Productions,
cv313,
Jandek,
H. Thieme,
Camberwell Now,
Tres Demented,
Todd Rundgren,
The Fire Engines,
Lungfish,
Eddi Front,
John Foxx,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Toasters,
Talk Talk,
Marshall Jefferson,
Rakim,
The Count Five,
Lee Hazlewood,
Pulsallama,
Neil Young,
Freddie Wadling,
Janne Schatter,
Sixth Finger,
Faraquet,
Chrome,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Brothers Johnson,
Black Sheep,
Whodini,
UT,
Gong,
Sparks,
Dawn Penn,
Minny Pops,
Stiv Bators,
The Busters,
Kurtis Blow,
Suicide,
The Raincoats,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Scott Walker,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Dave Gahan,
Agitation Free, Agitation Free, Agitation Free, Agitation Free.
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.