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 Marshall Islands and from Manila.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Gastr Del Sol to the funk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Quadrant. All the underground hits.
All The Smiths tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jimmy McGriff record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 güiro and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bush Tetras,
Scan 7,
These Immortal Souls,
Oneida,
The Music Machine,
Technova,
Stetsasonic,
Curtis Mayfield,
Alice Coltrane,
The Selecter,
The Residents,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Doors,
New York Dolls,
Gichy Dan,
Section 25,
The Motions,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Dark Day,
Absolute Body Control,
Gang of Four,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Black Moon,
Black Sheep,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Knickerbockers,
Bobby Byrd,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Average White Band,
Con Funk Shun,
Black Pus,
Simply Red,
Arthur Verocai,
Yusef Lateef,
Kayak,
Carl Craig,
Max Romeo,
The Cure,
B.T. Express,
Barclay James Harvest,
Visage,
Angry Samoans,
Inner City,
Ornette Coleman,
Blancmange,
Thompson Twins,
Blake Baxter,
Marvin Gaye,
Funkadelic,
Derrick May,
Soul Sonic Force,
Theoretical Girls,
The Red Krayola,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Y Pants,
Minny Pops,
Matthew Halsall,
Scion,
The American Breed,
John Foxx, John Foxx, John Foxx, John Foxx.
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.