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 Calgary.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Manchester.
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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Mad Mike to the dance 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 Bang on a Can All-Stars. All the underground hits.
All Erasure tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Avey Tare 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Swans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Slits,
Iggy Pop,
Reuben Wilson,
a-ha,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Idris Muhammad,
The Cure,
Black Sheep,
The Doors,
John Coltrane,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Ultravox,
Jeff Lynne,
Y Pants,
The Saints,
Sugar Minott,
Sandy B,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Robert Wyatt,
Kerrie Biddell,
Lungfish,
The Detroit Cobras,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Selecter,
Quadrant,
Warren Ellis,
Mad Mike,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Derrick Morgan,
Mo-Dettes,
The United States of America,
Cybotron,
Sällskapet,
Excepter,
June Days,
CMW,
Gang Green,
Brass Construction,
Animal Collective,
Bronski Beat,
Rod Modell,
Main Source,
Ice-T,
Scion,
Arab on Radar,
The Invisible,
Babytalk,
Letta Mbulu,
Soul II Soul,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Masters at Work,
Robert Hood,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Young Rascals,
Rotary Connection,
Sister Nancy,
Television Personalities,
Robert Görl,
the Germs,
Simply Red, Simply Red, Simply Red, Simply Red.
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.