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 Turkmenistan and from Sao Paulo.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 Symarip to the punk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Camberwell Now. All the underground hits.
All Roxette tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fifty Foot Hose record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 a synthesizer and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eyeless In Gaza record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Heaven 17,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Cowsills,
The Fall,
Ossler,
Man Eating Sloth,
Max Romeo,
Bill Near,
Eli Mardock,
Scrapy,
The Gories,
Glambeats Corp.,
Television,
Eve St. Jones,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Fad Gadget,
Outsiders,
Grandmaster Flash,
Smog,
Sixth Finger,
Tim Buckley,
Lalo Schifrin,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Ultimate Spinach,
Andrew Hill,
The J.B.'s,
Jerry's Kids,
The Barracudas,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Circle Jerks,
Pere Ubu,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Gun Club,
Gang of Four,
Rotary Connection,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Raincoats,
The Shadows of Knight,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Flipper,
Ponytail,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Technova,
Royal Trux,
Tres Demented,
DJ Sneak,
Flash Fearless,
Zapp,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Oblivians,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Pylon,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Barrington Levy,
ABC,
Index,
Quando Quango, Quando Quango, Quando Quango, Quando Quango.
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.