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 Czech Republic and from Bologna.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 sitar 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 Model 500 to the grime kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Faust. All the underground hits.
All The Pretty Things tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rosa Yemen 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 spring reverb and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pierre Henry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar 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?
Unwound,
Circle Jerks,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Busters,
The Remains,
Juan Atkins,
Sight & Sound,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Stooges,
The Evens,
Pagans,
Erasure,
Kayak,
New Order,
The Golliwogs,
Hasil Adkins,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Rosa Yemen,
Angry Samoans,
Quando Quango,
Camouflage,
Quadrant,
Eric Dolphy,
Severed Heads,
Brand Nubian,
The Detroit Cobras,
Todd Terry,
Youth Brigade,
UT,
Surgeon,
Little Man,
Minor Threat,
The Pop Group,
Toni Rubio,
K-Klass,
Alton Ellis,
Chrome,
Lebanon Hanover,
Vainqueur,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Nick Fraelich,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Isaac Hayes,
the Fania All-Stars,
Terrestrial Tones,
Roxette,
Idris Muhammad,
Wings,
The Moody Blues,
Joy Division,
The Slits,
Japan,
L. Decosne,
Joey Negro,
Faust,
Mantronix,
The Last Poets,
MDC,
Mandrill,
Section 25,
Ronnie Foster,
Eric Copeland, Eric Copeland, Eric Copeland, Eric Copeland.
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.