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 Dominica and from Cairo.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 güiro 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 Sam Rivers to the jazz 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 Fugazi. All the underground hits.
All Black Moon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Danielle Patucci 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Quando Quango record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Franke,
Moss Icon,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Malaria!,
Boredoms,
Girls At Our Best!,
Piero Umiliani,
Tubeway Army,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Stiv Bators,
The Young Rascals,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Liliput,
The Kinks,
The Associates,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Matthew Bourne,
Frankie Knuckles,
Sun City Girls,
Crispy Ambulance,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Intrusion,
The Music Machine,
Talk Talk,
Eve St. Jones,
Moebius,
Camberwell Now,
Supertramp,
Swans,
the Germs,
New Age Steppers,
Sarah Menescal,
The Victims,
Popol Vuh,
Iggy Pop,
8 Eyed Spy,
Hoover,
The Grass Roots,
The Doors,
Public Image Ltd.,
Mary Jane Girls,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Thee Headcoats,
F. McDonald,
Bill Wells,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Depeche Mode,
Neil Young,
Sixth Finger,
Inner City,
the Bar-Kays,
Ten City,
Boogie Down Productions,
Nick Fraelich,
U.S. Maple,
Black Bananas,
Soft Machine,
Avey Tare,
Yusef Lateef,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Byron Stingily, Byron Stingily, Byron Stingily, Byron Stingily.
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.