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 Sweden 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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Toronto.
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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the 808 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 Liaisons Dangereuses to the dance 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 the Bar-Kays. All the underground hits.
All Q and Not U tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Swans record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Vainqueur record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Susan Cadogan,
Kas Product,
Eli Mardock,
Visage,
the Soft Cell,
Make Up,
Suicide,
Clear Light,
The Slits,
Tears for Fears,
Angry Samoans,
World's Most,
Quando Quango,
Procol Harum,
Technova,
Lucky Dragons,
Shuggie Otis,
Gichy Dan,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Rakim,
These Immortal Souls,
June Days,
Lower 48,
Eric Dolphy,
The Modern Lovers,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Stetsasonic,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Walker Brothers,
Nick Fraelich,
The Busters,
The Golliwogs,
Isaac Hayes,
Yellowson,
Model 500,
The Blackbyrds,
The Stooges,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Q and Not U,
Albert Ayler,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Dennis Brown,
Oblivians,
Dawn Penn,
Thee Headcoats,
The Birthday Party,
Can,
Television Personalities,
Ossler,
Crispy Ambulance,
Young Marble Giants,
Jacques Brel,
Section 25,
New York Dolls,
Arcadia,
The Monochrome Set,
T.S.O.L.,
Porter Ricks, Porter Ricks, Porter Ricks, Porter Ricks.
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.