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 Afghanistan and from Stockholm.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Scratch Acid to the punk 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 KRS-One. All the underground hits.
All Soul II Soul tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 mellotron and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marc Almond record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ituana,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Oblivians,
the Association,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Barclay James Harvest,
JFA,
Chris Corsano,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Angels of Light,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Pretty Things,
Livin' Joy,
Pantaleimon,
The Shadows of Knight,
Soft Machine,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Mandrill,
Bluetip,
Sarah Menescal,
Eric Dolphy,
Cluster,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Blancmange,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Adolescents,
Danielle Patucci,
The Evens,
Nico,
Fugazi,
the Bar-Kays,
Skarface,
Curtis Mayfield,
Country Teasers,
Unrelated Segments,
Underground Resistance,
Camberwell Now,
Tim Buckley,
The Kinks,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Alphaville,
Drive Like Jehu,
Joensuu 1685,
Nirvana,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Davy DMX,
Bauhaus,
Scratch Acid,
Crooked Eye,
Quando Quango,
Wolf Eyes,
Hot Snakes,
Yazoo,
The Index,
Rapeman,
The Dave Clark Five,
John Holt,
Maleditus Sound,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
a-ha,
ABBA,
Throbbing Gristle, Throbbing Gristle, Throbbing Gristle, Throbbing Gristle.
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.