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 Somalia and from Bologna.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Grey Daturas to the disco kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Subhumans. All the underground hits.
All Boogie Down Productions tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mars record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 güiro and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Foxx record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Delon & Dalcan,
Rod Modell,
Erasure,
Sister Nancy,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Cramps,
Gang of Four,
Peter & Gordon,
Pantytec,
Lou Reed,
Ken Boothe,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
L. Decosne,
Oblivians,
Little Man,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Agent Orange,
Hashim,
X-102,
kango's stein massive,
Althea and Donna,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Jeru the Damaja,
Basic Channel,
Nick Fraelich,
Jacques Brel,
Kerri Chandler,
Tommy Roe,
The Sound,
Boredoms,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Raincoats,
48th St. Collective,
The Saints,
The Star Department,
Chrome,
Skaos,
Minutemen,
The Walker Brothers,
the Soft Cell,
Cheater Slicks,
Alice Coltrane,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Young Rascals,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Magma,
Matthew Bourne,
Gregory Isaacs,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Electric Prunes,
Joensuu 1685,
Mantronix,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Urselle,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Talk Talk,
Rakim,
Skriet,
The Dead C, The Dead C, The Dead C, The Dead C.
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.