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 Mozambique and from London.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Siglo XX to the techno 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 Lonnie Liston Smith. All the underground hits.
All Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Urselle record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Deadbeat record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gastr Del Sol,
Byron Stingily,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Gregory Isaacs,
Procol Harum,
Judy Mowatt,
Mission of Burma,
Morten Harket,
Leonard Cohen,
Q and Not U,
K-Klass,
Adolescents,
The Associates,
Y Pants,
Godley & Creme,
Al Stewart,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Grey Daturas,
Con Funk Shun,
Ultravox,
Matthew Halsall,
Moby Grape,
Black Bananas,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Marine Girls,
Crispian St. Peters,
Cal Tjader,
Interpol,
Zapp,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Martian,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
PIL,
The Slackers,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Drive Like Jehu,
Second Layer,
The American Breed,
Fear,
KRS-One,
Bill Wells,
Lakeside,
Unwound,
Bill Near,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Marc Almond,
Gang Green,
Gong,
Malaria!,
Blossom Toes,
Fifty Foot Hose,
kango's stein massive,
Alison Limerick,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Pole,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Blackbyrds,
Jawbox,
Soft Cell,
Mo-Dettes,
H. Thieme, H. Thieme, H. Thieme, H. Thieme.
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.