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 Benin and from Columbus.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Sun City Girls to the techno kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Mighty Diamonds. All the underground hits.
All Eli Mardock tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pussy Galore record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 an arpeggiator and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tomorrow record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fugs,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Section 25,
Glenn Branca,
Bobby Byrd,
The Moleskins,
The Gladiators,
ABC,
Nirvana,
Bad Manners,
Toni Rubio,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Neu!,
Fluxion,
Piero Umiliani,
Leonard Cohen,
X-101,
Marc Almond,
Eric Copeland,
Newcleus,
Jesper Dahlback,
Davy DMX,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Smiths,
Sam Rivers,
Metal Thangz,
The Modern Lovers,
Scratch Acid,
Television,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
June Days,
Quando Quango,
Cluster,
Boogie Down Productions,
Bush Tetras,
The Golliwogs,
Pulsallama,
kango's stein massive,
Rosa Yemen,
Maurizio,
Spoonie Gee,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Marshall Jefferson,
Pet Shop Boys,
Pylon,
Jeru the Damaja,
Curtis Mayfield,
Jeff Mills,
The Happenings,
Lindisfarne,
One Last Wish,
Hoover,
the Swans,
Mission of Burma,
Das Ding,
Oblivians,
Circle Jerks,
Lou Christie,
Popol Vuh,
Zero Boys,
Massinfluence, Massinfluence, Massinfluence, Massinfluence.
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.