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 Albania and from Beijing.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 snare 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 Max Romeo to the punk 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 Pet Shop Boys. All the underground hits.
All Gil Scott Heron tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Throbbing Gristle 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Todd Terry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron 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?
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
DJ Style,
Cybotron,
Duran Duran,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Ituana,
the Normal,
Byron Stingily,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Kayak,
Tommy Roe,
The Misunderstood,
Sound Behaviour,
Wolf Eyes,
Model 500,
Scott Walker,
The Durutti Column,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Juan Atkins,
Reagan Youth,
John Foxx,
Barbara Tucker,
Erykah Badu,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Gang of Four,
Flash Fearless,
The Shadows of Knight,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Roxette,
Maurizio,
Mark Hollis,
Aswad,
World's Most,
Icehouse,
The Blackbyrds,
Kaleidoscope,
Letta Mbulu,
Mo-Dettes,
Magazine,
The Residents,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Crispian St. Peters,
OOIOO,
Deadbeat,
Groovy Waters,
Minor Threat,
F. McDonald,
The Litter,
Television Personalities,
Underground Resistance,
The Smoke,
Nirvana,
Erasure,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Remains,
Bluetip,
Althea and Donna,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Sight & Sound, Sight & Sound, Sight & Sound, Sight & Sound.
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.