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 Samoa and from Mexico City.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 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 Magazine to the grime kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Darondo. All the underground hits.
All Gong tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The New Christs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 harpsichord and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a X-102 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sparks,
The Gap Band,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Golliwogs,
Brand Nubian,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Alarm Clocks,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Dead Boys,
The Walker Brothers,
The Blackbyrds,
The Mummies,
Warsaw,
Pierre Henry,
Chrome,
Livin' Joy,
The Mojo Men,
Aloha Tigers,
Patti Smith,
Bauhaus,
T. Rex,
Eden Ahbez,
K-Klass,
Tomorrow,
Juan Atkins,
KRS-One,
Dark Day,
The Techniques,
Al Stewart,
Agent Orange,
Fluxion,
Dawn Penn,
Wally Richardson,
FM Einheit,
A Certain Ratio,
Ronan,
Skaos,
Echospace,
Technova,
The Black Dice,
X-102,
Tommy Roe,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Nation of Ulysses,
Avey Tare,
Jeff Lynne,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Electric Prunes,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Sugar Minott,
The Cowsills,
Bluetip,
AZ,
Von Mondo,
Matthew Halsall,
Minny Pops,
Howard Jones,
The Moody Blues,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Magazine,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Don Cherry,
The Doors, The Doors, The Doors, The Doors.
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.