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 Portugal and from Tehran.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 marimba 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 kango's stein massive to the disco kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Erasure. All the underground hits.
All LL Cool J tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gong record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pulsallama record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Gabor Szabo,
Black Moon,
The Birthday Party,
E-Dancer,
Suburban Knight,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Cybotron,
Bootsy Collins,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Nico,
The Residents,
Sällskapet,
Minny Pops,
Hoover,
The Monochrome Set,
Gang Starr,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Tom Boy,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Index,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Rites of Spring,
Howard Jones,
Jacob Miller,
The Mojo Men,
B.T. Express,
The Move,
PIL,
Mr. Review,
Soulsonic Force,
Suicide,
Moss Icon,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
the Germs,
the Human League,
Nation of Ulysses,
Animal Collective,
Cameo,
Patti Smith,
Scan 7,
Yaz,
Youth Brigade,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Q and Not U,
Joensuu 1685,
Colin Newman,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Guru Guru,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Gang of Four,
The Tremeloes,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Brass Construction,
New Age Steppers,
K-Klass,
Michelle Simonal,
Cymande,
Funky Four + One,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Vogues,
Isaac Hayes, Isaac Hayes, Isaac Hayes, Isaac Hayes.
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.