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 Samoa and from Bremen.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 DeepChord presents Echospace to the rap kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 PIL. All the underground hits.
All Yazoo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Janne Schatter record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 mellotron and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Reagan Youth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Cure,
Unwound,
Radiohead,
Lightning Bolt,
World's Most,
Silicon Teens,
The Music Machine,
Hoover,
Television Personalities,
Section 25,
John Cale,
Steve Hackett,
Scientists,
Main Source,
AZ,
The Litter,
Skriet,
Fugazi,
Excepter,
The Raincoats,
Joey Negro,
The Detroit Cobras,
Lalo Schifrin,
Amon Düül,
Dead Boys,
EPMD,
Chrome,
Surgeon,
Gang Starr,
Dave Gahan,
The Busters,
Quantec,
Joy Division,
Joyce Sims,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
James White and The Blacks,
Camberwell Now,
Heaven 17,
Terry Callier,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Suicide,
Schoolly D,
the Bar-Kays,
Moss Icon,
Mark Hollis,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Brass Construction,
The Remains,
Joensuu 1685,
Das Ding,
Lucky Dragons,
Josef K,
Gabor Szabo,
The Last Poets,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Leaves,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Gap Band,
Organ,
The Pop Group,
Todd Rundgren,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Throbbing Gristle,
ABC, ABC, ABC, ABC.
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.