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 Kenya and from Johannesburg.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 808 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 Bobby Byrd to the funk 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 Bobby Womack. All the underground hits.
All Crash Course in Science tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bob Dylan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Delon & Dalcan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mandrill,
Pylon,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Little Man,
Half Japanese,
David Bowie,
Adolescents,
Unwound,
Deadbeat,
Crime,
Fifty Foot Hose,
David Axelrod,
Wasted Youth,
Cheater Slicks,
Aural Exciters,
Sound Behaviour,
Stetsasonic,
MC5,
Country Teasers,
Donny Hathaway,
The Divine Comedy,
Kaleidoscope,
Clear Light,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Franke,
The Fall,
Robert Hood,
Public Image Ltd.,
Kayak,
Pussy Galore,
Minor Threat,
Slick Rick,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Drexciya,
Pantytec,
Malaria!,
Bizarre Inc.,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Peter & Gordon,
Bobby Byrd,
Audionom,
The Move,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Warren Ellis,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Electric Prunes,
Vladislav Delay,
Traffic Nightmare,
Sparks,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Arcadia,
Boredoms,
Television,
New Order,
Q and Not U,
Don Cherry,
Kool Moe Dee,
Trumans Water,
Pharoah Sanders,
Lalo Schifrin,
B.T. Express,
Slave, Slave, Slave, Slave.
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.