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 Comoros and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 In Retrospect to the punk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Boredoms. All the underground hits.
All Crispian St. Peters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Mummies 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Patti Smith record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Moss Icon,
Maleditus Sound,
Chris Corsano,
The Trojans,
Scott Walker,
Bizarre Inc.,
Dual Sessions,
Scrapy,
Peter and Kerry,
The Saints,
Rekid,
Johnny Clarke,
Hasil Adkins,
Lower 48,
Matthew Bourne,
Zero Boys,
Quando Quango,
Make Up,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Gabor Szabo,
The Electric Prunes,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Eric B and Rakim,
Banda Bassotti,
Newcleus,
Franke,
Stereo Dub,
Nick Fraelich,
Jacob Miller,
Minutemen,
the Fania All-Stars,
the Association,
Black Flag,
Black Pus,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Subhumans,
Jeru the Damaja,
D'Angelo,
The Walker Brothers,
The Move,
Maurizio,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Country Teasers,
Flamin' Groovies,
Cybotron,
The Victims,
Cheater Slicks,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Dead Boys,
Gastr Del Sol,
Bill Near,
The Mojo Men,
the Slits,
Black Bananas,
CMW,
Blossom Toes,
Mission of Burma,
The Grass Roots,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Modern Lovers, The Modern Lovers, The Modern Lovers, The Modern Lovers.
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.