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 Cyprus and from Portland.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 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 Gang Gang Dance to the punk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Tears for Fears. All the underground hits.
All Wasted Youth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Wake record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 marimba and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a New Age Steppers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Adolescents,
Television,
Anthony Braxton,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Jeff Mills,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Sandy B,
Negative Approach,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Eric Dolphy,
Robert Wyatt,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Das Ding,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Yazoo,
Roy Ayers,
Theoretical Girls,
Gang Starr,
Camberwell Now,
Joe Finger,
The Gun Club,
Kenny Larkin,
Scrapy,
Man Eating Sloth,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Aswad,
Crime,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Brothers Johnson,
These Immortal Souls,
Boz Scaggs,
Sixth Finger,
Sarah Menescal,
Monolake,
Aaron Thompson,
The Electric Prunes,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Outsiders,
Ornette Coleman,
Rufus Thomas,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Kerri Chandler,
Bush Tetras,
Severed Heads,
June of 44,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Silicon Teens,
Colin Newman,
the Germs,
Janne Schatter,
ABC,
Matthew Halsall,
The Sound,
Matthew Bourne,
Agitation Free,
Throbbing Gristle,
Bronski Beat,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Ultra Naté,
Johnny Clarke,
Toni Rubio,
Jawbox, Jawbox, Jawbox, Jawbox.
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.