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 Beijing.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Tears for Fears to the jazz 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 Minor Threat. All the underground hits.
All The Divine Comedy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ten City 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Beau Brummels record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin 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 Swans,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Hashim,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Jacob Miller,
Simply Red,
CMW,
David McCallum,
Interpol,
Sight & Sound,
Youth Brigade,
T.S.O.L.,
X-101,
Japan,
The Dead C,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Eric Dolphy,
Funkadelic,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Circle Jerks,
The Fuzztones,
Funky Four + One,
The Wake,
The Toasters,
Eve St. Jones,
Mandrill,
Tom Boy,
Arab on Radar,
Khruangbin,
Bobby Sherman,
Infiniti,
Cybotron,
F. McDonald,
Porter Ricks,
Deakin,
K-Klass,
Sandy B,
Rosa Yemen,
Tres Demented,
Trumans Water,
Fat Boys,
Frankie Knuckles,
Schoolly D,
The Raincoats,
Gabor Szabo,
8 Eyed Spy,
Henry Cow,
The Remains,
Crime,
L. Decosne,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Gong,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Nation of Ulysses,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Sixth Finger,
Gichy Dan,
MC5,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Gang of Four, Gang of Four, Gang of Four, Gang of Four.
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.