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 Mauritius and from Taipei.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the clarinet 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 Sex Pistols to the grime 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 Dave Gahan. All the underground hits.
All Hashim tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Skatalites 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Maleditus Sound record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fluxion,
Barry Ungar,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
New Order,
Iggy Pop,
Crispy Ambulance,
F. McDonald,
Ralphi Rosario,
Boredoms,
Soft Cell,
Scan 7,
Lebanon Hanover,
Laurel Aitken,
Warsaw,
Barclay James Harvest,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
PIL,
Oneida,
Jeff Mills,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Roxy Music,
Marine Girls,
Theoretical Girls,
Subhumans,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Lalo Schifrin,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Essential Logic,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Mojo Men,
Heaven 17,
Deepchord,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Cure,
Colin Newman,
Tomorrow,
Rotary Connection,
Y Pants,
Rod Modell,
The Last Poets,
Harry Pussy,
The Busters,
Sällskapet,
Mars,
Henry Cow,
MDC,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Pylon,
Connie Case,
Faust,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Electric Prunes,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Magazine,
Letta Mbulu,
Sonic Youth,
The Pretty Things,
Pere Ubu,
This Heat,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon, Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon, Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon, Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon.
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.