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 Saudi Arabia and from Johannesburg.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 New Order to the punk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Suicide. All the underground hits.
All Suburban Knight tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Selector Dub Narcotic record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gary Puckett & The Union Gap record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Moebius,
Ultra Naté,
Scion,
The Dave Clark Five,
Young Marble Giants,
Simply Red,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Sixth Finger,
Henry Cow,
Lungfish,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Gories,
Quadrant,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Ituana,
Letta Mbulu,
Godley & Creme,
Cybotron,
Jawbox,
kango's stein massive,
Sonny Sharrock,
Eric Dolphy,
Interpol,
The Fall,
Soft Cell,
Au Pairs,
the Soft Cell,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Pharoah Sanders,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Swell Maps,
The Offenders,
D'Angelo,
The Beau Brummels,
Rotary Connection,
Basic Channel,
The Gun Club,
Model 500,
The Detroit Cobras,
Saccharine Trust,
Easy Going,
Anthony Braxton,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Siglo XX,
The Alarm Clocks,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Bang On A Can,
Index,
Matthew Halsall,
Sound Behaviour,
Maurizio,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Lindisfarne,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Eric B and Rakim,
10cc,
Little Man,
Robert Hood,
Byron Stingily,
The Cowsills,
Frankie Knuckles,
Royal Trux,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Cramps, The Cramps, The Cramps, The Cramps.
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.