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 Dominica and from Spokane.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 marimba 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 Gil Scott Heron 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 The Seeds. All the underground hits.
All Maleditus Sound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lonnie Liston Smith 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Doobie Brothers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Oneida,
Talk Talk,
Basic Channel,
Masters at Work,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Absolute Body Control,
Chrome,
Q and Not U,
Silicon Teens,
Gang Green,
Brand Nubian,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Kayak,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Monolake,
The Human League,
Eric Dolphy,
Donny Hathaway,
Sister Nancy,
Clear Light,
Smog,
Funky Four + One,
Glambeats Corp.,
Barclay James Harvest,
Electric Prunes,
Sexual Harrassment,
Mandrill,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Japan,
One Last Wish,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Gang Starr,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Dirtbombs,
Sandy B,
Black Flag,
The Names,
Drive Like Jehu,
Make Up,
Jacques Brel,
the Sonics,
Goldenarms,
DNA,
The Neon Judgement,
The Litter,
Joensuu 1685,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Birthday Party,
Alison Limerick,
Janne Schatter,
Electric Light Orchestra,
EPMD,
The Fortunes,
Alton Ellis,
Technova,
The Zeros,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Connie Case,
Agent Orange,
Yusef Lateef,
Chris & Cosey,
Lightning Bolt,
Dead Boys,
Duran Duran, Duran Duran, Duran Duran, Duran Duran.
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.