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 Solomon Islands and from London.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 harpsichord 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 Circle Jerks to the disco kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Sonics. All the underground hits.
All A Certain Ratio tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Jesus and Mary Chain 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Althea and Donna record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Janne Schatter,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Rapeman,
PIL,
Harry Pussy,
Hot Snakes,
Brothers Johnson,
Kayak,
Tubeway Army,
E-Dancer,
Dennis Brown,
Derrick Morgan,
Quantec,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Music Machine,
The Fire Engines,
The Doors,
Malaria!,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Danielle Patucci,
UT,
Buzzcocks,
Stockholm Monsters,
Ultimate Spinach,
Wasted Youth,
The Monks,
Lalo Schifrin,
Trumans Water,
Icehouse,
Arcadia,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Robert Hood,
Pere Ubu,
Minny Pops,
Animal Collective,
Radio Birdman,
Whodini,
Oneida,
Barry Ungar,
T. Rex,
Flipper,
LL Cool J,
Groovy Waters,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Con Funk Shun,
Minutemen,
The Index,
48th St. Collective,
Gabor Szabo,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Ronnie Foster,
Motorama,
Lyres,
Bluetip,
The Remains,
La Düsseldorf,
Roxy Music,
Erykah Badu,
Black Flag,
James White and The Blacks,
Scott Walker,
Infiniti,
Prince Buster, Prince Buster, Prince Buster, Prince Buster.
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.