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 Spain and from Mexico City.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 rhodes 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 Visage to the rap kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Animal Collective. All the underground hits.
All The Fire Engines tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Graham Central Station record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 snare and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dave Gahan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Modern Lovers,
Surgeon,
Yazoo,
MDC,
Theoretical Girls,
Pole,
Underground Resistance,
The Busters,
Joyce Sims,
Metal Thangz,
Parry Music,
Oneida,
Blancmange,
Severed Heads,
Moss Icon,
Deakin,
Unwound,
JFA,
The Velvet Underground,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Gregory Isaacs,
Duran Duran,
The Cramps,
Gabor Szabo,
Altered Images,
Amon Düül,
Tom Boy,
Donald Byrd,
Anthony Braxton,
Schoolly D,
Eden Ahbez,
Banda Bassotti,
Jeff Lynne,
Fluxion,
The Mummies,
Tommy Roe,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Cymande,
Tears for Fears,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Sister Nancy,
The Slits,
Rekid,
Swell Maps,
Cheater Slicks,
Buzzcocks,
the Soft Cell,
The Sonics,
Aural Exciters,
The Associates,
Crash Course in Science,
Scratch Acid,
Eyeless In Gaza,
One Last Wish,
The Golliwogs,
The Smoke,
Angry Samoans,
Brand Nubian, Brand Nubian, Brand Nubian, Brand Nubian.
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.