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 Kiribati and from Taipei.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Glasgow.
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 organ 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 Youth Brigade to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 The Selecter. All the underground hits.
All Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Harry Pussy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fad Gadget record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ohio Players,
E-Dancer,
the Association,
Radio Birdman,
Jeff Mills,
The United States of America,
The Happenings,
Bobby Sherman,
Anthony Braxton,
Adolescents,
The Index,
Drive Like Jehu,
Wings,
Blancmange,
Au Pairs,
Liliput,
Todd Rundgren,
Agent Orange,
Pagans,
June of 44,
Tears for Fears,
ABC,
John Lydon,
Gang Starr,
Reuben Wilson,
The Gun Club,
The Smoke,
Surgeon,
Scrapy,
The Stooges,
the Bar-Kays,
The Mummies,
The Martian,
The Invisible,
Index,
Pole,
Tommy Roe,
Charles Mingus,
Traffic Nightmare,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Can,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Matthew Bourne,
The Sonics,
Nick Fraelich,
Thee Headcoats,
Lightning Bolt,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Sex Pistols,
Main Source,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Marc Almond,
Marvin Gaye,
Isaac Hayes,
Infiniti,
Theoretical Girls,
Mantronix,
Second Layer,
Sexual Harrassment, Sexual Harrassment, Sexual Harrassment, Sexual Harrassment.
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.