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 Latvia and from Seoul.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 harpsichord 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 The Sisters of Mercy to the rap kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Zero Boys. All the underground hits.
All Mark Hollis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Electric Prunes 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pet Shop Boys record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Clear Light,
Althea and Donna,
Q65,
Scientists,
Glenn Branca,
Rakim,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Parry Music,
Todd Rundgren,
Wolf Eyes,
Trumans Water,
Andrew Hill,
Sixth Finger,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Yaz,
Terry Callier,
Essential Logic,
Moebius,
Ultra Naté,
The Searchers,
Toni Rubio,
Japan,
the Slits,
Television,
Jeru the Damaja,
FM Einheit,
The Black Dice,
Faraquet,
Carl Craig,
Graham Central Station,
Delta 5,
Main Source,
Tropical Tobacco,
Sight & Sound,
Skriet,
The Gun Club,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Zeros,
Underground Resistance,
The Selecter,
Gang of Four,
Eli Mardock,
Gang Gang Dance,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Pop Group,
Throbbing Gristle,
Iggy Pop,
Pussy Galore,
Cameo,
Flipper,
Cecil Taylor,
Ossler,
Lalo Schifrin,
PIL,
the Germs,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Pretty Things,
the Human League,
Marine Girls,
Josef K, Josef K, Josef K, Josef K.
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.