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 Slovenia 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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 spring reverb 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 Drexciya 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 Lalo Schifrin. All the underground hits.
All Shoche tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Colin Newman 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sun Ra Arkestra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Seeds,
Eve St. Jones,
Susan Cadogan,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Desert Stars,
The Cramps,
Barry Ungar,
New Order,
Popol Vuh,
The Fuzztones,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Suburban Knight,
Altered Images,
Jeff Lynne,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Absolute Body Control,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Judy Mowatt,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Chris Corsano,
Sister Nancy,
Aural Exciters,
K-Klass,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Sound Behaviour,
Quantec,
Girls At Our Best!,
Das Ding,
Amon Düül II,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Anakelly,
The Happenings,
the Human League,
Groovy Waters,
Aswad,
The Modern Lovers,
Rekid,
The Stooges,
Cybotron,
Nick Fraelich,
Bobby Byrd,
Agitation Free,
Blossom Toes,
China Crisis,
Pharoah Sanders,
Hardrive,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Chris & Cosey,
Joe Finger,
The Buckinghams,
The Electric Prunes,
The Gun Club,
Throbbing Gristle,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
kango's stein massive,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Steve Hackett,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Divine Comedy,
Scratch Acid,
Todd Rundgren,
Qualms,
Connie Case, Connie Case, Connie Case, Connie Case.
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.