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 Serbia and from Shanghai.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Salvador.
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 oboe 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 Sound Behaviour to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Altered Images. All the underground hits.
All The Seeds tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every AZ 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a New York Dolls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Public Image Ltd.,
Au Pairs,
Joyce Sims,
The Evens,
ABC,
James White and The Blacks,
Q and Not U,
Main Source,
Gastr Del Sol,
World's Most,
Gregory Isaacs,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Doors,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Mars,
Gong,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Rhythm & Sound,
Alphaville,
Average White Band,
Excepter,
Rufus Thomas,
Pulsallama,
Rosa Yemen,
Tom Boy,
Flipper,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Nik Kershaw,
Charles Mingus,
Bobby Sherman,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Yellowson,
Dawn Penn,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Reagan Youth,
The Slackers,
The Leaves,
Scrapy,
Echospace,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Dead Boys,
Faraquet,
The Beau Brummels,
The Searchers,
FM Einheit,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Pere Ubu,
Pantaleimon,
La Düsseldorf,
JFA,
Whodini,
Bob Dylan,
Yaz,
Maurizio,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Jerry's Kids,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Letta Mbulu,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Cybotron,
Angry Samoans, Angry Samoans, Angry Samoans, Angry Samoans.
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.