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 Thailand and from Tehran.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Urselle to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Massinfluence. All the underground hits.
All Ash Ra Tempel tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Erasure record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 a linndrum and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Raincoats record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cameo,
Half Japanese,
John Coltrane,
Gabor Szabo,
Junior Murvin,
Scrapy,
The Tremeloes,
Silicon Teens,
Minor Threat,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Urselle,
The Fuzztones,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Names,
Rekid,
The Cowsills,
Goldenarms,
the Sonics,
The Martian,
Robert Görl,
Angry Samoans,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Siglo XX,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Harmonia,
Lower 48,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Nation of Ulysses,
Pulsallama,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Angels of Light,
Bobby Womack,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Index,
Delon & Dalcan,
Popol Vuh,
Gong,
Animal Collective,
Pagans,
Gichy Dan,
Roxette,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Joe Finger,
Scan 7,
Cheater Slicks,
Qualms,
Ten City,
The Knickerbockers,
Rosa Yemen,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Quantec,
Accadde A,
Yaz,
Drexciya,
John Cale,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Steve Hackett,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Deadbeat,
Althea and Donna,
Tropical Tobacco, Tropical Tobacco, Tropical Tobacco, Tropical Tobacco.
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.