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 Yemen and from Manila.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Pierre Henry to the punk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 the Fania All-Stars. All the underground hits.
All The Men They Couldn't Hang tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roxy Music 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pierre Henry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
MDC,
Derrick May,
U.S. Maple,
Derrick Morgan,
Tubeway Army,
Jeru the Damaja,
Unwound,
These Immortal Souls,
Mars,
Roger Hodgson,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Blackbyrds,
The Buckinghams,
The New Christs,
Kas Product,
Mission of Burma,
Amon Düül,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Count Five,
Skaos,
Cymande,
Altered Images,
The Kinks,
Chrome,
X-Ray Spex,
Stereo Dub,
The Smiths,
Roxette,
Von Mondo,
Drexciya,
Rakim,
Throbbing Gristle,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Theoretical Girls,
The Selecter,
DJ Style,
Neil Young,
Q65,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Gap Band,
Angry Samoans,
Juan Atkins,
Bobby Byrd,
Black Sheep,
Ponytail,
Nico,
Duran Duran,
Barry Ungar,
Little Man,
The Vogues,
the Germs,
Byron Stingily,
The Dirtbombs,
Liliput,
Skriet,
Malaria!,
Jacob Miller,
Supertramp,
The Monochrome Set, The Monochrome Set, The Monochrome Set, The Monochrome Set.
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.