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 Italy and from Mumbai.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 The Zeros to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Soft Cell. All the underground hits.
All The Men They Couldn't Hang tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Smog record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 chamberlin and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Remains record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Babytalk,
Bobby Byrd,
Ituana,
Circle Jerks,
Deepchord,
Rotary Connection,
Infiniti,
Pussy Galore,
Swans,
New Order,
Laurel Aitken,
Nik Kershaw,
the Sonics,
Spandau Ballet,
Colin Newman,
Tears for Fears,
Matthew Halsall,
Dawn Penn,
Quando Quango,
The Moleskins,
Fela Kuti,
Easy Going,
The Associates,
Shoche,
The Residents,
Sixth Finger,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Searchers,
Quantec,
X-102,
Second Layer,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Eve St. Jones,
The Walker Brothers,
The Blues Magoos,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Velvet Underground,
Technova,
Flash Fearless,
The Neon Judgement,
Flamin' Groovies,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Tremeloes,
Index,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Skatalites,
Joensuu 1685,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Camberwell Now,
Toni Rubio,
Alton Ellis,
Eden Ahbez,
Avey Tare,
DNA,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Oblivians,
Rod Modell,
E-Dancer,
The Selecter,
Khruangbin,
Angry Samoans,
The Young Rascals,
Absolute Body Control, Absolute Body Control, Absolute Body Control, Absolute Body Control.
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.