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 Italy and from Jakarta.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Joe Finger 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 Lalo Schifrin. All the underground hits.
All Pet Shop Boys tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Magazine record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Thinking Fellers Union Local 282 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kerrie Biddell,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Cramps,
Leonard Cohen,
Silicon Teens,
Bad Manners,
Grandmaster Flash,
Trumans Water,
Hot Snakes,
Monolake,
Bobby Womack,
Fear,
Max Romeo,
Kool Moe Dee,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Star Department,
E-Dancer,
Lindisfarne,
Joey Negro,
cv313,
Arab on Radar,
The Sonics,
Pylon,
Sonic Youth,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Flesh Eaters,
Chris Corsano,
Stiv Bators,
Banda Bassotti,
The Neon Judgement,
Deepchord,
Thompson Twins,
The Skatalites,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Bizarre Inc.,
Adolescents,
Man Parrish,
Robert Görl,
Television Personalities,
Fugazi,
Magma,
Reagan Youth,
June Days,
Essential Logic,
The Happenings,
The Electric Prunes,
Dark Day,
Pussy Galore,
Gang Gang Dance,
Echospace,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Henry Cow,
Qualms,
Gang Starr,
Piero Umiliani,
the Sonics,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Sandy B,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Ornette Coleman, Ornette Coleman, Ornette Coleman, Ornette Coleman.
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.