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 Tunisia and from Jakarta.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 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 Sad Lovers and Giants to the dance kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Moss Icon. All the underground hits.
All Sonic Youth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Susan Cadogan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joy Division record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Invisible,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Deadbeat,
Robert Görl,
Jandek,
The Angels of Light,
Alphaville,
The Flesh Eaters,
Monolake,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Stiv Bators,
Au Pairs,
The Moody Blues,
Faust,
The J.B.'s,
James White and The Blacks,
New Order,
Carl Craig,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Delon & Dalcan,
Masters at Work,
Scrapy,
The Slits,
Flash Fearless,
Scan 7,
Ultimate Spinach,
Fluxion,
The Martian,
Amazonics,
Pulsallama,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Sam Rivers,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Yaz,
Rotary Connection,
the Bar-Kays,
The Fuzztones,
The Star Department,
The Kinks,
Sarah Menescal,
Slave,
Ken Boothe,
Eric Copeland,
Maleditus Sound,
Fad Gadget,
Von Mondo,
Scott Walker,
Terry Callier,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Banda Bassotti,
Marvin Gaye,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Throbbing Gristle,
Pole,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Scientists,
Chris & Cosey,
FM Einheit,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Moebius,
Grandmaster Flash,
Hasil Adkins, Hasil Adkins, Hasil Adkins, Hasil Adkins.
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.