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 Slovakia and from Copenhagen.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 synthesizer 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 Kevin Saunderson to the grunge kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five. All the underground hits.
All The Trojans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The American Breed record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Clear Light record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Dirtbombs,
Black Sheep,
Fluxion,
Arcadia,
Lindisfarne,
The New Christs,
Andrew Hill,
ABC,
Alphaville,
Outsiders,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Negative Approach,
Animal Collective,
Patti Smith,
Quadrant,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Rhythm & Sound,
Eric Copeland,
Man Eating Sloth,
Blossom Toes,
Frankie Knuckles,
Eli Mardock,
Rekid,
The Buckinghams,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Susan Cadogan,
Roger Hodgson,
Duran Duran,
Parry Music,
Eric Dolphy,
Kayak,
Moby Grape,
The Doors,
Thompson Twins,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Minny Pops,
The Invisible,
The Residents,
Theoretical Girls,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Wake,
Tomorrow,
Scratch Acid,
Judy Mowatt,
Chrome,
Bizarre Inc.,
Porter Ricks,
Black Pus,
Crash Course in Science,
Delta 5,
The Gun Club,
The Red Krayola,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Gabor Szabo,
Heaven 17,
Bluetip,
Mad Mike,
Television Personalities,
Talk Talk,
Lakeside,
Grey Daturas, Grey Daturas, Grey Daturas, Grey Daturas.
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.