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 Uganda and from Columbus.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 chamberlin 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 ABC to the rock 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 Pulsallama. All the underground hits.
All Wolf Eyes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Modern Lovers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 güiro and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Desert Stars record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Livin' Joy,
The Techniques,
The Star Department,
Ken Boothe,
Intrusion,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Invisible,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Fall,
Big Daddy Kane,
Bobby Womack,
Alphaville,
The Slackers,
Laurel Aitken,
Sexual Harrassment,
Dorothy Ashby,
David McCallum,
Byron Stingily,
Metal Thangz,
Cluster,
Albert Ayler,
Monolake,
Roger Hodgson,
Delon & Dalcan,
Peter and Kerry,
Slave,
Tears for Fears,
Absolute Body Control,
U.S. Maple,
Altered Images,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Con Funk Shun,
Sly & The Family Stone,
X-101,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Susan Cadogan,
Soulsonic Force,
Sandy B,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Robert Görl,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Aural Exciters,
Bootsy Collins,
Arthur Verocai,
Jandek,
Maleditus Sound,
Slick Rick,
Donny Hathaway,
Skriet,
Sun City Girls,
Yusef Lateef,
Prince Buster,
Cecil Taylor,
Scratch Acid,
Nico,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Dark Day,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Smog,
the Swans, the Swans, the Swans, the Swans.
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.