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 Haiti and from Beijing.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Brick to the disco kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Bob Dylan. All the underground hits.
All K-Klass tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lakeside record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Count Five record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pussy Galore,
Sun Ra,
Crooked Eye,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Con Funk Shun,
Roxette,
Byron Stingily,
Rotary Connection,
The Raincoats,
Supertramp,
Television Personalities,
Black Moon,
Brothers Johnson,
Crispian St. Peters,
Lou Christie,
The Music Machine,
Radiohead,
The Litter,
Newcleus,
The Gun Club,
Pere Ubu,
Urselle,
Joe Finger,
Quando Quango,
Lakeside,
John Foxx,
June of 44,
Malaria!,
Joyce Sims,
8 Eyed Spy,
Little Man,
The Martian,
Lungfish,
Cybotron,
Loose Ends,
Fela Kuti,
Tres Demented,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
the Human League,
The Fire Engines,
Vainqueur,
The Electric Prunes,
Pierre Henry,
Graham Central Station,
Tropical Tobacco,
Silicon Teens,
DNA,
Second Layer,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Jesper Dahlback,
Swans,
Stetsasonic,
Negative Approach,
Public Image Ltd.,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Buzzcocks,
Joy Division,
Yazoo,
The Walker Brothers,
These Immortal Souls,
Animal Collective, Animal Collective, Animal Collective, Animal Collective.
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.