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 Morocco and from Mexico City.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 The United States of America to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Groovy Waters. All the underground hits.
All Faraquet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Louis and Bebe Barron record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 a mellotron and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Men They Couldn't Hang record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Parry Music,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Joe Smooth,
The Five Americans,
Rakim,
Essential Logic,
Tom Boy,
Youth Brigade,
Al Stewart,
Infiniti,
Rod Modell,
Darondo,
Outsiders,
Dawn Penn,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Blues Magoos,
Connie Case,
Funky Four + One,
Derrick May,
Sällskapet,
cv313,
Moss Icon,
Can,
Joy Division,
Sound Behaviour,
Hot Snakes,
The Gun Club,
The Moleskins,
Masters at Work,
Faust,
Thee Headcoats,
The Knickerbockers,
Minor Threat,
Young Marble Giants,
the Soft Cell,
Barbara Tucker,
Arab on Radar,
Basic Channel,
Mary Jane Girls,
X-Ray Spex,
Suburban Knight,
Lakeside,
X-102,
The Modern Lovers,
U.S. Maple,
Rhythm & Sound,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Durutti Column,
Sister Nancy,
Gang Green,
Pere Ubu,
Echospace,
Siglo XX,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Misunderstood,
The Cosmic Jokers,
CMW,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
MDC,
Technova,
Curtis Mayfield, Curtis Mayfield, Curtis Mayfield, Curtis Mayfield.
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.