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 Kyrgyzstan and from Lyon.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 snare 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 48th St. Collective to the crunk 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 Marine Girls. All the underground hits.
All Aloha Tigers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rod Modell record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 harpsichord and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Buzzcocks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Television,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Alison Limerick,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Agent Orange,
Delta 5,
PIL,
The Wake,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Danielle Patucci,
Ituana,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Ossler,
The Dead C,
Rhythm & Sound,
Ultra Naté,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Radiohead,
T. Rex,
The Litter,
The Gap Band,
Quando Quango,
Traffic Nightmare,
Deadbeat,
Mary Jane Girls,
Organ,
Dorothy Ashby,
John Foxx,
L. Decosne,
Yazoo,
Stereo Dub,
Delon & Dalcan,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Blackbyrds,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Gabor Szabo,
Eli Mardock,
The Gun Club,
Chris & Cosey,
Supertramp,
Marine Girls,
Gang Starr,
The Star Department,
MDC,
Sarah Menescal,
The Buckinghams,
Quadrant,
The Invisible,
Johnny Osbourne,
This Heat,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Johnny Clarke,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Lower 48,
The Sound,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Barrington Levy,
Accadde A,
Wolf Eyes,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Leonard Cohen,
Joy Division,
The Leaves, The Leaves, The Leaves, The Leaves.
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.