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 Dominican Republic and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle show in London.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Edmonton.
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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the snare 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 Scratch Acid to the grime 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 Desert Stars. All the underground hits.
All The Standells tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Alphaville record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Joe Smooth,
The Knickerbockers,
Swell Maps,
Kerri Chandler,
Neil Young,
Dawn Penn,
Roxette,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Ohio Players,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Alarm Clocks,
Ultimate Spinach,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Intrusion,
The Cure,
Grey Daturas,
Section 25,
Cecil Taylor,
Aural Exciters,
Jeff Mills,
The Young Rascals,
Connie Case,
Joensuu 1685,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Liliput,
Jeff Lynne,
Average White Band,
Joey Negro,
The Angels of Light,
Robert Görl,
Flipper,
Dennis Brown,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Marc Almond,
Los Fastidios,
The Sonics,
Davy DMX,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Cramps,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Saccharine Trust,
The Beau Brummels,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Echospace,
World's Most,
Rosa Yemen,
The Moleskins,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Star Department,
the Human League,
The Modern Lovers,
Moby Grape,
Wally Richardson,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Index,
Agitation Free,
The United States of America,
Alison Limerick, Alison Limerick, Alison Limerick, Alison Limerick.
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.