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 Ireland and from Shanghai.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Lille.
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 linndrum 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 Joensuu 1685 to the crunk 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 Royal Trux. All the underground hits.
All The Fire Engines tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Echospace 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fela Kuti record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Alarm Clocks,
The Invisible,
Black Pus,
Alphaville,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Piero Umiliani,
The Flesh Eaters,
Jeff Mills,
Masters at Work,
Tommy Roe,
Depeche Mode,
Junior Murvin,
the Bar-Kays,
Swell Maps,
Kenny Larkin,
The Neon Judgement,
Rakim,
Blancmange,
Ohio Players,
John Foxx,
Dennis Brown,
Al Stewart,
Silicon Teens,
Arcadia,
Pantaleimon,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Stockholm Monsters,
Bob Dylan,
Niagra,
The Stooges,
Delta 5,
Gang of Four,
Ituana,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
EPMD,
Minutemen,
Swans,
The Cure,
Section 25,
Mission of Burma,
Traffic Nightmare,
Bush Tetras,
The Walker Brothers,
Brick,
LL Cool J,
The Zeros,
Sex Pistols,
Bobby Womack,
Amon Düül,
Neu!,
Joensuu 1685,
The Selecter,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Smoke,
Freddie Wadling,
Sound Behaviour,
The Toasters,
Roxy Music,
Aural Exciters,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago, Art Ensemble Of Chicago, Art Ensemble Of Chicago, Art Ensemble Of Chicago.
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.