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 Libya and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle show in London.
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 Sao Paulo and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Neu! to the techno 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 Althea and Donna. All the underground hits.
All Guru Guru tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Steve Hackett 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Toasters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Boz Scaggs,
Robert Görl,
Delta 5,
Swans,
Pharoah Sanders,
Subhumans,
Drexciya,
Lakeside,
Scott Walker,
Jimmy McGriff,
Jacob Miller,
The Angels of Light,
Flipper,
World's Most,
Moebius,
Minutemen,
Zapp,
John Coltrane,
John Foxx,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Ossler,
Maleditus Sound,
Intrusion,
Gregory Isaacs,
Easy Going,
Crash Course in Science,
Amon Düül II,
Ralphi Rosario,
Monks,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Wire,
The Offenders,
Bush Tetras,
Warren Ellis,
The Durutti Column,
Marmalade,
Marvin Gaye,
Sonic Youth,
Arthur Verocai,
Das Ding,
Sixth Finger,
Mo-Dettes,
The Seeds,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Five Americans,
Radiohead,
Quando Quango,
The Mummies,
Ken Boothe,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Nas,
Wasted Youth,
Roxette,
Nation of Ulysses,
Zero Boys,
Mars,
Scratch Acid,
Marine Girls,
Tres Demented,
Ronnie Foster,
The Toasters,
Marc Almond,
The Human League, The Human League, The Human League, The Human League.
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.