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 Uruguay and from Houston.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 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 Lalo Schifrin to the dance 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 Pussy Galore. All the underground hits.
All Colin Newman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Public Image Ltd. record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Delon & Dalcan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Model 500,
Outsiders,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Knickerbockers,
June Days,
Electric Prunes,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
David McCallum,
The Techniques,
Gang of Four,
Tom Boy,
8 Eyed Spy,
Camouflage,
Kenny Larkin,
The Leaves,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Nirvana,
The Count Five,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Heaven 17,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Ludus,
Don Cherry,
Banda Bassotti,
The J.B.'s,
Derrick May,
Aaron Thompson,
Crispian St. Peters,
Pet Shop Boys,
Ultimate Spinach,
PIL,
Joe Finger,
Rapeman,
The Moleskins,
Circle Jerks,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Yellowson,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Guru Guru,
Bronski Beat,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Minutemen,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Panda Bear,
The Misunderstood,
The Electric Prunes,
Jesper Dahlback,
Fat Boys,
Scan 7,
Monolake,
Neil Young,
The Sound,
Amon Düül II,
Siglo XX,
H. Thieme,
Lyres,
Matthew Bourne,
The Neon Judgement,
Negative Approach,
Cymande,
Harmonia, Harmonia, Harmonia, Harmonia.
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.