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 Sweden and from Sao Paulo.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 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 Motions to the jazz 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 The Modern Lovers. All the underground hits.
All Siouxsie and the Banshees tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tim Buckley record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Grey Daturas,
The Sound,
Urselle,
Television Personalities,
X-101,
Erasure,
The Happenings,
Icehouse,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Associates,
Soul II Soul,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Divine Comedy,
Carl Craig,
Aloha Tigers,
The Vogues,
Josef K,
Mars,
Sly & The Family Stone,
UT,
Guru Guru,
La Düsseldorf,
Marc Almond,
Public Image Ltd.,
Byron Stingily,
The Grass Roots,
X-Ray Spex,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Camberwell Now,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Pet Shop Boys,
Althea and Donna,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Lalo Schifrin,
Q65,
Average White Band,
Gang Gang Dance,
Subhumans,
Yellowson,
Stiv Bators,
Slave,
Sällskapet,
Reuben Wilson,
The Mummies,
Eurythmics,
Michelle Simonal,
Howard Jones,
Nico,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Slits,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Bizarre Inc.,
OOIOO,
Lower 48,
Sixth Finger,
Judy Mowatt,
Eve St. Jones,
The Cramps,
Moebius,
The Men They Couldn't Hang, The Men They Couldn't Hang, The Men They Couldn't Hang, The Men They Couldn't Hang.
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.