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 Tanzania and from Accra.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 harpsichord 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 Ponytail to the funk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Derrick May. All the underground hits.
All MC5 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Stockholm Monsters record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 a theremin and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scientists record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Walker Brothers,
Jimmy McGriff,
Gregory Isaacs,
Chris Corsano,
Colin Newman,
The Mummies,
The Blues Magoos,
John Cale,
Pet Shop Boys,
Black Flag,
Country Teasers,
Gastr Del Sol,
Soft Cell,
Robert Wyatt,
Brothers Johnson,
Sam Rivers,
Gong,
Bush Tetras,
Vladislav Delay,
Blancmange,
Sonic Youth,
Saccharine Trust,
Chrome,
Drexciya,
Tommy Roe,
Stereo Dub,
kango's stein massive,
The Flesh Eaters,
Marshall Jefferson,
Fear,
Bluetip,
Kevin Saunderson,
Young Marble Giants,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Harry Pussy,
Grey Daturas,
Crispian St. Peters,
The New Christs,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
KRS-One,
Joyce Sims,
Groovy Waters,
Kayak,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Marcia Griffiths,
Goldenarms,
Sun Ra,
Piero Umiliani,
Gabor Szabo,
Wasted Youth,
Boredoms,
Pussy Galore,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Bad Manners,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Warren Ellis,
Magazine,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Grass Roots,
The Electric Prunes,
Rotary Connection, Rotary Connection, Rotary Connection, Rotary Connection.
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.