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 Malta 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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 theremin 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 Crooked Eye to the crunk 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 Fort Wilson Riot. All the underground hits.
All D'Angelo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every One Last Wish record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Fall record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Althea and Donna,
Delta 5,
Youth Brigade,
Skarface,
the Association,
The Real Kids,
Parry Music,
John Cale,
Arthur Verocai,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Robert Görl,
Cheater Slicks,
Ultra Naté,
Tears for Fears,
Dorothy Ashby,
Grandmaster Flash,
Newcleus,
Unrelated Segments,
Hashim,
Magma,
Yellowson,
DNA,
Patti Smith,
Spandau Ballet,
Janne Schatter,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
X-Ray Spex,
Carl Craig,
Buzzcocks,
EPMD,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Deakin,
Alton Ellis,
Bush Tetras,
Crash Course in Science,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Buckinghams,
Moss Icon,
The Velvet Underground,
Chris & Cosey,
The Fortunes,
Excepter,
Minny Pops,
Throbbing Gristle,
F. McDonald,
LL Cool J,
Eden Ahbez,
Sparks,
Radiopuhelimet,
Pulsallama,
Rotary Connection,
Schoolly D,
Ice-T,
Roxette,
Rakim,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Fuzztones,
Bizarre Inc.,
Camouflage,
Drexciya,
Radiohead,
The Moody Blues,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Grass Roots, The Grass Roots, The Grass Roots, The Grass Roots.
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.