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 Nigeria and from Portland.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 theremin 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 Sun Ra to the punk 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 The Men They Couldn't Hang. All the underground hits.
All Bronski Beat tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Deadbeat record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Piero Umiliani record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Suicide,
Bill Wells,
Popol Vuh,
Sixth Finger,
Brass Construction,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Depeche Mode,
Nick Fraelich,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Gang Gang Dance,
Monks,
New Order,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Negative Approach,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Niagra,
PIL,
the Human League,
E-Dancer,
Underground Resistance,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Leaves,
Erasure,
Kevin Saunderson,
Swell Maps,
New York Dolls,
Amon Düül II,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
New Age Steppers,
Ronnie Foster,
Terry Callier,
The Stooges,
Scrapy,
Rotary Connection,
The Cowsills,
Sonny Sharrock,
Peter & Gordon,
Isaac Hayes,
Minor Threat,
The Star Department,
DJ Style,
Crispy Ambulance,
Cybotron,
The Kinks,
One Last Wish,
Trumans Water,
Girls At Our Best!,
Fear,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
the Slits,
Barbara Tucker,
Mission of Burma,
The Monks,
Rod Modell,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Crash Course in Science,
The Young Rascals,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Amon Düül,
Magazine,
The American Breed, The American Breed, The American Breed, The American Breed.
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.