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 Cameroon and from Stockholm.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Juan Atkins to the grime kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 The Dave Clark Five. All the underground hits.
All Danielle Patucci tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every New Age Steppers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 sitar and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dave Gahan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Minnie Riperton,
Theoretical Girls,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
DJ Sneak,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Young Marble Giants,
Sam Rivers,
Q and Not U,
Al Stewart,
China Crisis,
The Barracudas,
8 Eyed Spy,
Charles Mingus,
Liliput,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Young Rascals,
Deadbeat,
Lower 48,
the Normal,
Juan Atkins,
Urselle,
David Bowie,
Gichy Dan,
Audionom,
JFA,
The Fortunes,
Bang On A Can,
Kurtis Blow,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Lungfish,
Public Image Ltd.,
Pierre Henry,
Heaven 17,
Stockholm Monsters,
Joy Division,
Johnny Osbourne,
Roxette,
The Sonics,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Sällskapet,
Country Teasers,
Angry Samoans,
Fad Gadget,
Drive Like Jehu,
One Last Wish,
Michelle Simonal,
Mark Hollis,
Isaac Hayes,
Khruangbin,
The United States of America,
Amon Düül II,
Flamin' Groovies,
the Swans,
The Saints,
Guru Guru,
Banda Bassotti,
Bootsy Collins,
Arcadia,
The Pop Group, The Pop Group, The Pop Group, The Pop Group.
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.