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 United Kingdom and from Shanghai.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Isaac Hayes to the techno kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Gang Gang Dance. All the underground hits.
All Lou Reed & John Cale tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soul II Soul 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a EPMD record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wolf Eyes,
Warren Ellis,
Gregory Isaacs,
Mars,
Gabor Szabo,
Bill Wells,
The Slits,
The Martian,
Jacques Brel,
Desert Stars,
Mad Mike,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Flesh Eaters,
Flash Fearless,
The Moody Blues,
Aloha Tigers,
T.S.O.L.,
Tropical Tobacco,
Harpers Bizarre,
Eric Dolphy,
John Holt,
Whodini,
Easy Going,
The Young Rascals,
Banda Bassotti,
The Seeds,
Alice Coltrane,
Lungfish,
Chrome,
CMW,
Panda Bear,
Letta Mbulu,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Rekid,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Skarface,
Chris & Cosey,
The Dirtbombs,
Delta 5,
the Slits,
The Gap Band,
Khruangbin,
Toni Rubio,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Aswad,
The Velvet Underground,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Vladislav Delay,
The New Christs,
Jeru the Damaja,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Ultravox,
the Association,
Cymande,
Heaven 17,
Moss Icon,
Jawbox,
The Blackbyrds,
The Beau Brummels,
Crime, Crime, Crime, Crime.
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.