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 Andorra and from Cairo.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 synthesizer 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 Jerry Gold Smith to the rap 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 The Birthday Party. All the underground hits.
All Radiohead tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Neon Judgement record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tears for Fears record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Soulsonic Force,
The Cure,
The Techniques,
Surgeon,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Talk Talk,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Smiths,
Groovy Waters,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Rites of Spring,
Black Flag,
The Busters,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Grauzone,
Unrelated Segments,
Isaac Hayes,
Eric B and Rakim,
Bobby Sherman,
Lyres,
Mr. Review,
Cecil Taylor,
Cheater Slicks,
The Skatalites,
Chrome,
Jawbox,
The Slackers,
Kevin Saunderson,
Whodini,
Faraquet,
the Bar-Kays,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Juan Atkins,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Eric Copeland,
Tom Boy,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Robert Wyatt,
Don Cherry,
Stockholm Monsters,
Quantec,
One Last Wish,
Moby Grape,
Howard Jones,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Aswad,
Roxette,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Panda Bear,
Echospace,
Zapp,
The Residents,
Idris Muhammad,
Leonard Cohen,
Stetsasonic,
Yellowson,
The Jesus and Mary Chain, The Jesus and Mary Chain, The Jesus and Mary Chain, The Jesus and Mary Chain.
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.