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 Mongolia and from Sao Paulo.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Beasts of Bourbon to the disco 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 Charles Mingus. All the underground hits.
All Reuben Wilson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Can 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Minutemen record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
DNA,
Dawn Penn,
Boz Scaggs,
Black Bananas,
La Düsseldorf,
Sixth Finger,
Depeche Mode,
Das Ding,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Five Americans,
Inner City,
Bobby Hutcherson,
U.S. Maple,
David Axelrod,
Dennis Brown,
Animal Collective,
Henry Cow,
Bluetip,
Stockholm Monsters,
Drive Like Jehu,
Youth Brigade,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
F. McDonald,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Con Funk Shun,
Lou Reed,
The J.B.'s,
The Index,
Gang Gang Dance,
Throbbing Gristle,
Kool Moe Dee,
Brothers Johnson,
Alton Ellis,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Fuzztones,
Malaria!,
Stiv Bators,
Nils Olav,
The Monks,
Soul Sonic Force,
Lungfish,
Gabor Szabo,
Mars,
The Buckinghams,
DJ Sneak,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Ituana,
Hashim,
Sam Rivers,
Banda Bassotti,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Pylon,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Mandrill,
Royal Trux,
The Smoke,
UT,
The Busters,
The Searchers,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Erasure, Erasure, Erasure, Erasure.
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.