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 Papua New Guinea 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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 John Foxx to the rap kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Rites of Spring. All the underground hits.
All FM Einheit tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Red Krayola record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 an arpeggiator and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Livin' Joy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Minor Threat,
The Fall,
Pierre Henry,
Lower 48,
Throbbing Gristle,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Motorama,
The Neon Judgement,
Wasted Youth,
Sparks,
Idris Muhammad,
Sandy B,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Lyres,
Nick Fraelich,
Index,
Matthew Halsall,
Absolute Body Control,
Black Sheep,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Boogie Down Productions,
Moss Icon,
The Cowsills,
Intrusion,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Offenders,
Deadbeat,
a-ha,
The Mummies,
The Dave Clark Five,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Johnny Osbourne,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Rhythm & Sound,
Lightning Bolt,
Cecil Taylor,
Roxette,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Can,
the Soft Cell,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Stetsasonic,
UT,
Subhumans,
Symarip,
DNA,
OOIOO,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Sugar Minott,
Alphaville,
The Black Dice,
Al Stewart,
Fear,
Guru Guru,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Rapeman,
Crooked Eye,
Yusef Lateef,
Mary Jane Girls,
Urselle,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Smoke, The Smoke, The Smoke, The Smoke.
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.