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 Nigeria and from Spokane.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Brick to the disco kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson. All the underground hits.
All Agent Orange tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Janne Schatter 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a New Order record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Real Kids,
Slave,
Lou Christie,
Animal Collective,
Bobby Womack,
Interpol,
Throbbing Gristle,
Lebanon Hanover,
Aural Exciters,
X-101,
UT,
Gang Starr,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Cowsills,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Mantronix,
The Blackbyrds,
MDC,
Hashim,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Zeros,
Hardrive,
Eurythmics,
Moebius,
Wolf Eyes,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Byron Stingily,
The Residents,
Pylon,
Qualms,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Jacob Miller,
Curtis Mayfield,
New Order,
The Grass Roots,
Nils Olav,
John Lydon,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Television Personalities,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Colin Newman,
Royal Trux,
Ludus,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Human League,
Negative Approach,
Terrestrial Tones,
Eric Dolphy,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Cybotron,
Johnny Osbourne,
Second Layer,
The Flesh Eaters,
Scientists,
8 Eyed Spy,
Soft Machine,
The Pop Group,
Lungfish,
Reagan Youth,
Peter & Gordon,
Kas Product,
Boogie Down Productions,
JFA, JFA, JFA, JFA.
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.