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 Dominican Republic and from Beijing.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Skriet to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Marshall Jefferson. All the underground hits.
All The Searchers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cybotron record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Section 25 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Detroit Cobras,
The Gories,
Howard Jones,
The Young Rascals,
Underground Resistance,
Lee Hazlewood,
Deadbeat,
Terrestrial Tones,
Sex Pistols,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Roxette,
Half Japanese,
Absolute Body Control,
Nas,
London Community Gospel Choir,
New Order,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Evens,
Maurizio,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Make Up,
Crime,
48th St. Collective,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Marshall Jefferson,
Ken Boothe,
Rapeman,
Hardrive,
Pylon,
Marvin Gaye,
Bill Near,
Bobby Sherman,
U.S. Maple,
Can,
Ornette Coleman,
Joyce Sims,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
the Swans,
Swans,
T.S.O.L.,
Gil Scott Heron,
Yaz,
The Pop Group,
The Black Dice,
Mark Hollis,
Davy DMX,
Drive Like Jehu,
Panda Bear,
Yazoo,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Victims,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Toasters,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Stereo Dub,
Nick Fraelich,
Amazonics,
Interpol,
Idris Muhammad,
Duran Duran,
the Slits,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family, Angels of Light & Akron/Family, Angels of Light & Akron/Family, Angels of Light & Akron/Family.
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.