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 Libya and from Lagos.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Young Marble Giants to the disco kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Litter. All the underground hits.
All Aloha Tigers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Letta Mbulu record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Depeche Mode record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Model 500,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Mars,
Bobby Womack,
La Düsseldorf,
Intrusion,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Ponytail,
UT,
The Evens,
Radiohead,
Laurel Aitken,
Boredoms,
Sandy B,
Schoolly D,
The Kinks,
The Wake,
Fugazi,
A Certain Ratio,
Ultravox,
Fela Kuti,
T.S.O.L.,
Pulsallama,
MC5,
Country Teasers,
Boz Scaggs,
Guru Guru,
Soft Cell,
Ice-T,
The Knickerbockers,
Sun City Girls,
Zero Boys,
Sister Nancy,
The Grass Roots,
Chris Corsano,
Arcadia,
Byron Stingily,
The J.B.'s,
Rites of Spring,
Peter and Kerry,
Tomorrow,
Funkadelic,
Absolute Body Control,
Carl Craig,
Sugar Minott,
Morten Harket,
Dawn Penn,
The American Breed,
Junior Murvin,
Gerry Rafferty,
Moebius,
Camberwell Now,
Nirvana,
Negative Approach,
Terry Callier,
The Last Poets,
the Normal,
Nico,
Sarah Menescal,
LL Cool J,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Black Pus, Black Pus, Black Pus, Black Pus.
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.