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 Estonia and from Glasgow.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Easy Going to the funk 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 Spandau Ballet. All the underground hits.
All Mr. Review tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kaleidoscope record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 spring reverb and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ronnie Foster record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Swell Maps,
The Red Krayola,
Saccharine Trust,
Panda Bear,
Von Mondo,
Eden Ahbez,
Nico,
Franke,
Arthur Verocai,
The Tremeloes,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
48th St. Collective,
Lebanon Hanover,
Ralphi Rosario,
Rhythm & Sound,
Dave Gahan,
Moebius,
Moby Grape,
Rapeman,
The Cramps,
Tubeway Army,
Byron Stingily,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Guru Guru,
Man Parrish,
Alice Coltrane,
Curtis Mayfield,
Lightning Bolt,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Das Ding,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
John Coltrane,
Bobby Sherman,
Supertramp,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Crooked Eye,
The Happenings,
Dead Boys,
Arab on Radar,
Davy DMX,
Oblivians,
Sly & The Family Stone,
DJ Sneak,
Nas,
Warsaw,
The Dead C,
Lakeside,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Fuzztones,
Electric Prunes,
Tom Boy,
Harmonia,
Bill Wells,
Magazine,
Todd Rundgren,
Letta Mbulu,
Grandmaster Flash,
Pierre Henry,
The Associates,
Aloha Tigers, Aloha Tigers, Aloha Tigers, Aloha Tigers.
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.