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 Suriname and from Lyon.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Cecil Taylor to the jazz 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 The United States of America. All the underground hits.
All Major Organ And The Adding Machine tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Derrick Morgan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Desert Stars record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roxette,
The United States of America,
Joe Smooth,
Colin Newman,
This Heat,
Wings,
Marvin Gaye,
The Fuzztones,
Sister Nancy,
Heaven 17,
Skaos,
Basic Channel,
Eve St. Jones,
Eurythmics,
Suicide,
Crash Course in Science,
The Invisible,
The Toasters,
The Buckinghams,
Joey Negro,
Leonard Cohen,
Porter Ricks,
Janne Schatter,
Rekid,
Erasure,
Maurizio,
The Kinks,
Marmalade,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Television Personalities,
Barclay James Harvest,
Al Stewart,
the Germs,
Agent Orange,
Livin' Joy,
Delon & Dalcan,
Interpol,
The Golliwogs,
Tomorrow,
The Fortunes,
Dorothy Ashby,
Siglo XX,
Quadrant,
Tommy Roe,
Faust,
The Smiths,
Alison Limerick,
LL Cool J,
Malaria!,
Agitation Free,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Sandy B,
Sarah Menescal,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Dead Boys,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Jeff Mills,
Rufus Thomas,
Loose Ends,
Throbbing Gristle,
Amon Düül,
Pere Ubu,
World's Most, World's Most, World's Most, World's Most.
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.