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 Guatemala and from Lyon.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 theremin 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 Pere Ubu to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Pet Shop Boys. All the underground hits.
All Flamin' Groovies tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Graham Central Station 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jesper Dahlbäck record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
London Community Gospel Choir,
Arthur Verocai,
John Foxx,
KRS-One,
Lalann,
Zapp,
the Sonics,
48th St. Collective,
Joyce Sims,
Eric Dolphy,
Stiv Bators,
Soulsonic Force,
Faraquet,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Barracudas,
Scott Walker,
In Retrospect,
Alton Ellis,
Young Marble Giants,
Johnny Clarke,
Curtis Mayfield,
Cameo,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
A Certain Ratio,
Kaleidoscope,
The Saints,
Rosa Yemen,
Flamin' Groovies,
Man Eating Sloth,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Nico,
Chris Corsano,
The Black Dice,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Tremeloes,
Tomorrow,
Kool Moe Dee,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
X-102,
Juan Atkins,
Lower 48,
Lakeside,
The Selecter,
The Techniques,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The New Christs,
Neil Young,
The Doors,
The Busters,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Marc Almond,
Minor Threat,
The Sound,
Model 500,
Tom Boy,
John Lydon,
Throbbing Gristle,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Gun Club,
Grauzone,
Liliput,
The Searchers,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Morten Harket, Morten Harket, Morten Harket, Morten Harket.
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.