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 Australia and from Bologna.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Accra.
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 sitar 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 Silicon Teens to the disco kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Terror Squad Feat. Camron. All the underground hits.
All Procol Harum tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jesper Dahlbäck record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Human League record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Smog,
The Electric Prunes,
Bobby Hutcherson,
X-Ray Spex,
Rites of Spring,
Moss Icon,
Oblivians,
AZ,
Fad Gadget,
Moebius,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Fugs,
Crooked Eye,
The Vogues,
DNA,
Todd Rundgren,
PIL,
Bob Dylan,
DJ Style,
Black Bananas,
Tom Boy,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Skatalites,
Spandau Ballet,
Bizarre Inc.,
kango's stein massive,
Das Ding,
Livin' Joy,
Inner City,
Bauhaus,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Skriet,
Rufus Thomas,
Depeche Mode,
Letta Mbulu,
OOIOO,
The Divine Comedy,
Brick,
Crash Course in Science,
Harpers Bizarre,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Red Krayola,
Black Moon,
The Flesh Eaters,
Duran Duran,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Theoretical Girls,
Electric Light Orchestra,
These Immortal Souls,
Moby Grape,
Roxette,
Eddi Front,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
D'Angelo,
Procol Harum,
John Coltrane,
Flash Fearless,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Dorothy Ashby,
Silicon Teens, Silicon Teens, Silicon Teens, Silicon Teens.
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.