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 Morocco and from Spokane.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 marimba 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 U.S. Maple to the techno kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Lalo Schifrin. All the underground hits.
All Scrapy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Girls At Our Best! record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s 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 Jacques Brel record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Morten Harket,
Bobby Sherman,
Ralphi Rosario,
Reagan Youth,
Dead Boys,
Fela Kuti,
Harpers Bizarre,
PIL,
Althea and Donna,
The Tremeloes,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Count Five,
Skarface,
Terry Callier,
UT,
the Sonics,
Monks,
Cheater Slicks,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Offenders,
Aloha Tigers,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Rod Modell,
Country Teasers,
Ponytail,
Henry Cow,
OOIOO,
K-Klass,
The Red Krayola,
Model 500,
The Slits,
Curtis Mayfield,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Anthony Braxton,
The J.B.'s,
Marc Almond,
World's Most,
Masters at Work,
Barry Ungar,
Yazoo,
Heaven 17,
Joe Smooth,
Duran Duran,
Massinfluence,
The Sonics,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Skaos,
Soul II Soul,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Interpol,
Ultra Naté,
Mantronix,
Franke,
The Litter,
Metal Thangz,
Scion,
Dave Gahan,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Aswad, Aswad, Aswad, Aswad.
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.