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 Lebanon and from Bremen.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Susan Cadogan to the disco kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 The Victims. All the underground hits.
All Robert Hood tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Dave Clark Five 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Maleditus Sound record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Idris Muhammad,
The Detroit Cobras,
June Days,
Visage,
Boz Scaggs,
Niagra,
Pet Shop Boys,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Residents,
Blake Baxter,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Y Pants,
Adolescents,
Technova,
The Count Five,
Boogie Down Productions,
Connie Case,
Spoonie Gee,
Siglo XX,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Offenders,
Neil Young,
Gastr Del Sol,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Mummies,
Black Bananas,
Todd Terry,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Wire,
MDC,
Roxette,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Barry Ungar,
Make Up,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Tres Demented,
Minnie Riperton,
The Toasters,
Bang On A Can,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Flash Fearless,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Jeff Lynne,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Youth Brigade,
Chrome,
Moss Icon,
Schoolly D,
The Alarm Clocks,
Chris & Cosey,
Sun City Girls,
Slick Rick,
Clear Light,
Gang Starr,
Sixth Finger,
Massinfluence,
Toni Rubio,
Donny Hathaway, Donny Hathaway, Donny Hathaway, Donny Hathaway.
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.