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 Bahrain and from Mumbai.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 theremin 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 Absolute Body Control to the rock kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 DNA. All the underground hits.
All MDC tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Mojo Men 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fifty Foot Hose record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Joe Finger,
Sarah Menescal,
Eden Ahbez,
F. McDonald,
Gang Starr,
The Index,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Walker Brothers,
Barrington Levy,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Robert Görl,
Tomorrow,
The Wake,
Scratch Acid,
Connie Case,
Ohio Players,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Rotary Connection,
Index,
David Bowie,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Bang On A Can,
Wasted Youth,
Goldenarms,
MC5,
Sonic Youth,
Lou Christie,
Spoonie Gee,
Cymande,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Qualms,
Suburban Knight,
Lou Reed,
Bauhaus,
Camberwell Now,
Hot Snakes,
B.T. Express,
The Beau Brummels,
Rekid,
The Star Department,
the Fania All-Stars,
Ludus,
Boredoms,
Aural Exciters,
The Residents,
Moebius,
The Searchers,
Pierre Henry,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Barbara Tucker,
These Immortal Souls,
Minnie Riperton,
Deadbeat,
New Age Steppers,
T.S.O.L.,
Yaz,
Quando Quango,
Lower 48, Lower 48, Lower 48, Lower 48.
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.