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 Bhutan and from Portland.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Joe Finger to the techno 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 Parry Music. All the underground hits.
All Graham Central Station tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The New Christs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 synthesizer and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Brothers Johnson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Procol Harum,
The Divine Comedy,
Talk Talk,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Searchers,
Chris & Cosey,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Count Five,
World's Most,
Bizarre Inc.,
Quantec,
Joy Division,
Barbara Tucker,
Sugar Minott,
Franke,
Crime,
Jandek,
Lakeside,
Traffic Nightmare,
Colin Newman,
Khruangbin,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Severed Heads,
Eli Mardock,
Wings,
ABC,
F. McDonald,
Wire,
Eurythmics,
Nas,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Lee Hazlewood,
Newcleus,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Ludus,
Funky Four + One,
Saccharine Trust,
Au Pairs,
Kaleidoscope,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Pagans,
Mad Mike,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Amon Düül II,
Black Bananas,
Amon Düül,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
DJ Sneak,
John Cale,
Moss Icon,
Peter & Gordon,
Thee Headcoats,
Funkadelic,
a-ha,
Oneida,
Matthew Halsall,
Davy DMX,
The Standells,
Depeche Mode,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Black Dice,
the Slits,
Soul Sonic Force,
Janne Schatter, Janne Schatter, Janne Schatter, Janne Schatter.
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.