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 Tuvalu and from Lagos.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Siouxsie and the Banshees to the dance kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Scott Walker + Sunn O))). All the underground hits.
All Bush Tetras tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Walker Brothers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 theremin and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Public Enemy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Flipper,
Rufus Thomas,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
T.S.O.L.,
Black Moon,
Brand Nubian,
Kaleidoscope,
UT,
Excepter,
Rapeman,
Magma,
Mary Jane Girls,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Young Marble Giants,
Blake Baxter,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Warsaw,
Popol Vuh,
Amazonics,
Dual Sessions,
The Golliwogs,
Chris Corsano,
Isaac Hayes,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Evens,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Pierre Henry,
Flamin' Groovies,
Motorama,
Erasure,
Terry Callier,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Icehouse,
Panda Bear,
The Selecter,
Bobby Byrd,
Neil Young,
The Dave Clark Five,
Television Personalities,
The Smoke,
The Black Dice,
The Gun Club,
Man Eating Sloth,
Mo-Dettes,
Frankie Knuckles,
Swell Maps,
Delta 5,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Pulsallama,
Bang On A Can,
Silicon Teens,
Camberwell Now,
Television,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Sparks,
The Tremeloes,
Sight & Sound,
Harpers Bizarre, Harpers Bizarre, Harpers Bizarre, Harpers Bizarre.
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.