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 France and from Lille.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 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 Nation of Ulysses to the funk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Black Moon. All the underground hits.
All Connie Case tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nik Kershaw 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ralphi Rosario record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Pop Group,
Bill Near,
Ornette Coleman,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Liliput,
Panda Bear,
Grandmaster Flash,
Marcia Griffiths,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Eddi Front,
Dual Sessions,
Young Marble Giants,
Sex Pistols,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Saccharine Trust,
Eurythmics,
Boogie Down Productions,
Crispian St. Peters,
Absolute Body Control,
Unwound,
The Golliwogs,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Smoke,
Lee Hazlewood,
Marine Girls,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Five Americans,
The Busters,
Hardrive,
Gang Green,
Janne Schatter,
Yazoo,
Magazine,
Wally Richardson,
Roy Ayers,
The Litter,
Eric Copeland,
Barclay James Harvest,
Babytalk,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Robert Hood,
Judy Mowatt,
The Fortunes,
Blancmange,
The Remains,
The Blackbyrds,
Lalo Schifrin,
David Bowie,
Marshall Jefferson,
Bizarre Inc.,
Underground Resistance,
Matthew Bourne,
The Motions,
Bauhaus,
Kerrie Biddell,
Soulsonic Force,
June Days,
Barry Ungar,
Leonard Cohen,
The American Breed, The American Breed, The American Breed, The American Breed.
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.