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 Turkmenistan and from Taipei.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu to the rap kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Cluster. All the underground hits.
All Eden Ahbez tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sad Lovers and Giants 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jesper Dahlback record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ronan,
Hot Snakes,
Animal Collective,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Zero Boys,
Motorama,
Marcia Griffiths,
Harpers Bizarre,
Lakeside,
Davy DMX,
Gregory Isaacs,
Fat Boys,
Stetsasonic,
The Fuzztones,
Man Parrish,
The Selecter,
The Zeros,
Delon & Dalcan,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Jandek,
Nik Kershaw,
Y Pants,
The Names,
Arthur Verocai,
Lindisfarne,
Lucky Dragons,
Pylon,
The Mojo Men,
Von Mondo,
Ultra Naté,
The Young Rascals,
Section 25,
H. Thieme,
The Alarm Clocks,
Scratch Acid,
The Remains,
Danielle Patucci,
Mr. Review,
Neu!,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
In Retrospect,
Rites of Spring,
Mad Mike,
Roxette,
ABBA,
Lalann,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Cameo,
John Foxx,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Black Sheep,
Ohio Players,
John Cale,
Marine Girls,
Bill Wells,
Parry Music,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Derrick May,
L. Decosne,
Rekid,
Barclay James Harvest,
Unrelated Segments,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Glenn Branca, Glenn Branca, Glenn Branca, Glenn Branca.
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.