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 Chile and from Milan.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Janne Schatter to the disco kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Metal Thangz. All the underground hits.
All Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ponytail 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Motions record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Cowsills,
Hardrive,
Minnie Riperton,
Maurizio,
John Holt,
The Blackbyrds,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Sällskapet,
Talk Talk,
Dual Sessions,
Slave,
Harry Pussy,
Colin Newman,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Fad Gadget,
L. Decosne,
Severed Heads,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Albert Ayler,
Jacques Brel,
Unrelated Segments,
Wasted Youth,
Blancmange,
Con Funk Shun,
Unwound,
Slick Rick,
Iggy Pop,
The United States of America,
The Zeros,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
the Normal,
The Blues Magoos,
Mary Jane Girls,
the Soft Cell,
Mars,
Steve Hackett,
Eurythmics,
E-Dancer,
Funky Four + One,
K-Klass,
The Grass Roots,
Terrestrial Tones,
Popol Vuh,
Dark Day,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Aloha Tigers,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Knickerbockers,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Goldenarms,
Zero Boys,
Zapp,
The Index,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Raincoats,
Thee Headcoats,
Intrusion,
Animal Collective,
The Names,
Eddi Front, Eddi Front, Eddi Front, Eddi Front.
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.