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 Korea North and from Tehran.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 arpeggiator 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 The Zeros to the grime 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 The Birthday Party. All the underground hits.
All Avey Tare tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Radio Birdman 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dark Day record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
T.S.O.L.,
The Cowsills,
Visage,
Yaz,
Goldenarms,
Nirvana,
Y Pants,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
kango's stein massive,
Pantytec,
Godley & Creme,
Alison Limerick,
The Residents,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Wake,
Kurtis Blow,
Khruangbin,
Brothers Johnson,
Babytalk,
The Happenings,
Radiopuhelimet,
Ludus,
Eric Dolphy,
Deakin,
Wire,
Spandau Ballet,
Altered Images,
Swell Maps,
John Lydon,
Motorama,
Brass Construction,
DNA,
Rotary Connection,
Lyres,
The Fugs,
Bang On A Can,
Danielle Patucci,
Oblivians,
Siglo XX,
Aural Exciters,
Radiohead,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Gladiators,
Neil Young,
Marvin Gaye,
Marc Almond,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Jesper Dahlback,
Gang Gang Dance,
Joyce Sims,
Reuben Wilson,
Ponytail,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Dave Clark Five,
Deadbeat,
Hashim,
Soul II Soul,
Tears for Fears,
Steve Hackett,
the Sonics,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Minutemen,
Royal Trux,
Hot Snakes, Hot Snakes, Hot Snakes, Hot Snakes.
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.