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 Ghana and from Copenhagen.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 sitar 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 James Chance & The Contortions 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 Zero Boys. All the underground hits.
All Moss Icon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fall record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 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 Radiohead record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Khruangbin,
Gang Green,
Michelle Simonal,
Porter Ricks,
Kenny Larkin,
World's Most,
Kayak,
Agitation Free,
Flipper,
Deepchord,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Gun Club,
Parry Music,
Vainqueur,
The Star Department,
Dorothy Ashby,
Chrome,
Ronan,
Frankie Knuckles,
Scion,
X-102,
Glenn Branca,
Kurtis Blow,
Jeru the Damaja,
Ponytail,
48th St. Collective,
Gerry Rafferty,
Absolute Body Control,
The Gap Band,
Severed Heads,
The Gories,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Derrick May,
Roxette,
China Crisis,
The Skatalites,
Marmalade,
Robert Görl,
Al Stewart,
Lalo Schifrin,
Iggy Pop,
Outsiders,
Ralphi Rosario,
Warren Ellis,
Theoretical Girls,
Echospace,
U.S. Maple,
Public Enemy,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Residents,
Nik Kershaw,
Lower 48,
Guru Guru,
Average White Band,
Rekid,
Dave Gahan,
Surgeon,
Joy Division,
The Five Americans,
the Sonics,
Girls At Our Best!,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The United States of America,
Ossler, Ossler, Ossler, Ossler.
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.