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 Kuwait and from Hong Kong.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Taipei.
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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 D'Angelo to the crunk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Qualms. All the underground hits.
All Eddi Front tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joe Finger record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Selector Dub Narcotic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gang Gang Dance,
The Barracudas,
Robert Görl,
Urselle,
The Fugs,
Black Flag,
Jesper Dahlback,
Harry Pussy,
Monolake,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Index,
R.M.O.,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Glenn Branca,
The Trojans,
Neil Young,
Jacob Miller,
Groovy Waters,
Make Up,
Main Source,
Fela Kuti,
Chrome,
Aaron Thompson,
Camberwell Now,
Young Marble Giants,
Gil Scott Heron,
Connie Case,
X-102,
Drive Like Jehu,
Big Daddy Kane,
MDC,
Radio Birdman,
the Soft Cell,
Skarface,
The Cure,
Ronan,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Martian,
The Gladiators,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Pylon,
Fluxion,
The Fire Engines,
DJ Sneak,
Toni Rubio,
Spoonie Gee,
Oblivians,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Anakelly,
Dorothy Ashby,
Soft Cell,
The United States of America,
New Age Steppers,
Matthew Bourne,
Fear,
Grey Daturas,
Scott Walker,
Schoolly D,
Slave,
Icehouse,
Scratch Acid,
Essential Logic,
Scientists,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Harpers Bizarre, Harpers Bizarre, Harpers Bizarre, Harpers Bizarre.
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.