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 Burundi and from Portland.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 linndrum 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 The Motions to the electroclash 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 Heaven 17. All the underground hits.
All Spoonie Gee tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Electric Light Orchestra record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kool Moe Dee record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Detroit Cobras,
China Crisis,
Charles Mingus,
Letta Mbulu,
Technova,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Gerry Rafferty,
Flipper,
Drive Like Jehu,
Joe Finger,
Banda Bassotti,
Bob Dylan,
Scan 7,
Icehouse,
The Busters,
Sonic Youth,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Index,
Eric Dolphy,
The Associates,
Alphaville,
The Litter,
In Retrospect,
Circle Jerks,
The Stooges,
Easy Going,
Ice-T,
Pole,
Theoretical Girls,
Barbara Tucker,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Fortunes,
Matthew Halsall,
Glambeats Corp.,
Radiohead,
The Evens,
Black Sheep,
Brothers Johnson,
Kevin Saunderson,
Interpol,
Rufus Thomas,
The Dirtbombs,
Jesper Dahlback,
Pierre Henry,
Pharoah Sanders,
La Düsseldorf,
Vainqueur,
Marcia Griffiths,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
MC5,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Nick Fraelich,
Black Bananas,
Cheater Slicks,
The Mummies,
Drexciya,
Robert Hood,
Negative Approach,
Sexual Harrassment,
Motorama, Motorama, Motorama, Motorama.
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.