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 Peru and from Seoul.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 theremin 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 the Normal to the crunk 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 Idris Muhammad. All the underground hits.
All Bizarre Inc. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Sheep 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Curtis Mayfield record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Angels of Light,
Danielle Patucci,
Massinfluence,
Colin Newman,
Susan Cadogan,
Tommy Roe,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Idris Muhammad,
Reagan Youth,
Mary Jane Girls,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Count Five,
Stiv Bators,
Letta Mbulu,
Soul II Soul,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Toni Rubio,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Black Dice,
The Human League,
Mantronix,
Robert Hood,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Skatalites,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Velvet Underground,
Bang On A Can,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Bauhaus,
Skarface,
Minny Pops,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
La Düsseldorf,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Vladislav Delay,
Janne Schatter,
The Beau Brummels,
Cal Tjader,
The Fire Engines,
Bush Tetras,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Gladiators,
Albert Ayler,
Excepter,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Black Pus,
The Index,
World's Most,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Be Bop Deluxe,
T.S.O.L.,
David Axelrod,
John Foxx,
Infiniti, Infiniti, Infiniti, Infiniti.
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.