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 Bhutan and from Beijing.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 oboe 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 Soul Sonic Force to the disco kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Major Organ And The Adding Machine. All the underground hits.
All Pulsallama tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crispian St. Peters record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Yazoo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Count Five,
Lower 48,
Don Cherry,
Banda Bassotti,
Eurythmics,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Cymande,
Alton Ellis,
E-Dancer,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Derrick May,
cv313,
Mission of Burma,
Easy Going,
Eric B and Rakim,
Bauhaus,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Josef K,
kango's stein massive,
The Slackers,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Stooges,
Rekid,
The Gladiators,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Mummies,
New Age Steppers,
Scan 7,
Brass Construction,
Circle Jerks,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Lalo Schifrin,
Cheater Slicks,
Malaria!,
The Doors,
Jesper Dahlback,
Avey Tare,
Harry Pussy,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Organ,
La Düsseldorf,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Tommy Roe,
MC5,
Shoche,
Soulsonic Force,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Little Man,
The Vogues,
Lalann,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Sixth Finger,
Aloha Tigers,
Fat Boys,
The Music Machine,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Jeff Mills,
Rosa Yemen,
Ultravox, Ultravox, Ultravox, Ultravox.
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.