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 Saudi Arabia and from Houston.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 808 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 Tres Demented to the rap kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Nation of Ulysses. All the underground hits.
All CMW tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Infiniti 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Au Pairs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mandrill,
Public Enemy,
Althea and Donna,
Man Eating Sloth,
Erasure,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Jandek,
10cc,
Bill Near,
Sonic Youth,
Cymande,
Kool Moe Dee,
Barry Ungar,
the Bar-Kays,
Charles Mingus,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Robert Görl,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Zapp,
Oneida,
The Tremeloes,
Y Pants,
Cecil Taylor,
Angry Samoans,
Wally Richardson,
Quadrant,
Suburban Knight,
Los Fastidios,
Aural Exciters,
Essential Logic,
Neu!,
Erykah Badu,
David Bowie,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Bizarre Inc.,
Index,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Gregory Isaacs,
Dark Day,
Ornette Coleman,
Susan Cadogan,
The Star Department,
Frankie Knuckles,
Hardrive,
The Searchers,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Raincoats,
Black Sheep,
The Flesh Eaters,
Yazoo,
H. Thieme,
Pylon,
Swans,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Mission of Burma,
Lungfish,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Surgeon,
John Holt,
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.