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 Turkmenistan and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle show in London.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Moby Grape to the dance 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 Heavy D & The Boyz. All the underground hits.
All Pere Ubu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every L. Decosne record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 spring reverb and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a La Düsseldorf record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Junior Murvin,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
10cc,
Cluster,
Das Ding,
Quadrant,
JFA,
Joe Smooth,
David Axelrod,
Nation of Ulysses,
Livin' Joy,
a-ha,
Nik Kershaw,
KRS-One,
Jeff Mills,
The Pretty Things,
Banda Bassotti,
Blossom Toes,
The Searchers,
Nas,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Zapp,
Harpers Bizarre,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Dead C,
The Remains,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Alice Coltrane,
Albert Ayler,
Bad Manners,
Toni Rubio,
Kevin Saunderson,
Malaria!,
Stereo Dub,
Average White Band,
Kool Moe Dee,
Blake Baxter,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Gichy Dan,
Lindisfarne,
Glenn Branca,
Bronski Beat,
Nico,
Al Stewart,
Alphaville,
Black Moon,
Isaac Hayes,
the Bar-Kays,
Pere Ubu,
Bill Wells,
Ludus,
Audionom,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Todd Terry,
Royal Trux,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Sarah Menescal,
Pantaleimon,
Negative Approach,
Roger Hodgson,
Eric Copeland, Eric Copeland, Eric Copeland, Eric Copeland.
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.