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 Slovakia and from Sao Paulo.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Pole to the grime kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Barrington Levy. All the underground hits.
All Visage tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Agent Orange record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 chamberlin and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scan 7 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lee Hazlewood,
Erasure,
Rod Modell,
A Flock of Seagulls,
David Axelrod,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Bob Dylan,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Jimmy McGriff,
Mo-Dettes,
Steve Hackett,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Girls At Our Best!,
Althea and Donna,
Q65,
Sound Behaviour,
Howard Jones,
Bad Manners,
A Certain Ratio,
The Invisible,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Bobby Womack,
Procol Harum,
Spoonie Gee,
Schoolly D,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Mars,
The Durutti Column,
Country Teasers,
Idris Muhammad,
Bizarre Inc.,
Pussy Galore,
Jandek,
Icehouse,
Theoretical Girls,
Crime,
Joe Smooth,
Lalann,
the Slits,
Newcleus,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Jeff Mills,
Nick Fraelich,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Cramps,
The Index,
The Knickerbockers,
Cluster,
LL Cool J,
Barclay James Harvest,
Soul Sonic Force,
Godley & Creme,
Mandrill,
Subhumans,
Excepter,
The Evens,
Brass Construction,
Minnie Riperton,
Eli Mardock,
Hashim,
Joensuu 1685,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282, Thinking Fellers Union Local 282, Thinking Fellers Union Local 282, Thinking Fellers Union Local 282.
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.