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 Australia and from Paris.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 synthesizer 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 Negative Approach to the dance kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Chrome. All the underground hits.
All Black Sheep tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sonny Sharrock record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Shoche record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
DJ Style,
Wire,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Saints,
Hasil Adkins,
James White and The Blacks,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Section 25,
Echospace,
Gang Green,
Soft Cell,
L. Decosne,
The Selecter,
Bobby Byrd,
Sound Behaviour,
Newcleus,
Blancmange,
Essential Logic,
Barbara Tucker,
Bill Wells,
Lou Reed,
Flash Fearless,
Zero Boys,
Soulsonic Force,
Parry Music,
The Names,
Steve Hackett,
Glambeats Corp.,
Pussy Galore,
Mark Hollis,
Fela Kuti,
Michelle Simonal,
Das Ding,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Rufus Thomas,
Los Fastidios,
Jerry's Kids,
Con Funk Shun,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Slits,
The Offenders,
Qualms,
Lee Hazlewood,
Bluetip,
Trumans Water,
Ten City,
Sex Pistols,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Mantronix,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Remains,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Smoke,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Blackbyrds,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Todd Rundgren,
Black Pus,
Erykah Badu,
New Age Steppers,
Sarah Menescal,
Depeche Mode, Depeche Mode, Depeche Mode, Depeche Mode.
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.