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 United States and from Seoul.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the güiro 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 Ralphi Rosario 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 Nik Kershaw. All the underground hits.
All Piero Umiliani tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Flesh Eaters 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Depeche Mode record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kurtis Blow,
Maurizio,
Todd Rundgren,
The Tremeloes,
Rod Modell,
The Fuzztones,
Rapeman,
L. Decosne,
Rufus Thomas,
Suburban Knight,
Procol Harum,
Sandy B,
Andrew Hill,
James Chance & The Contortions,
PIL,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Surgeon,
The Cowsills,
Inner City,
Peter and Kerry,
Organ,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Y Pants,
Deakin,
Wasted Youth,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
MC5,
Lungfish,
Technova,
Roger Hodgson,
Steve Hackett,
Cymande,
Max Romeo,
Grey Daturas,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
David Axelrod,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
the Slits,
Hoover,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Niagra,
Reuben Wilson,
Jawbox,
Traffic Nightmare,
Stereo Dub,
Tim Buckley,
Scott Walker,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Slits,
Black Pus,
Sexual Harrassment,
John Holt,
Tubeway Army,
The Names,
Index,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Chris & Cosey,
The Shadows of Knight,
Eric B and Rakim,
Lebanon Hanover,
Nico,
Todd Terry, Todd Terry, Todd Terry, Todd Terry.
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.