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 Paraguay and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Nico to the rap kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Wolf Eyes. All the underground hits.
All Kenny Larkin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Seeds record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 synthesizer and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sad Lovers and Giants 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?
Motorama,
Alton Ellis,
Tears for Fears,
The Cowsills,
Audionom,
Soul II Soul,
EPMD,
Deakin,
Radio Birdman,
Sonic Youth,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Davy DMX,
Moss Icon,
a-ha,
Fear,
John Foxx,
The Pop Group,
Reagan Youth,
The Sound,
Nation of Ulysses,
Junior Murvin,
The Moleskins,
Scratch Acid,
Country Teasers,
Fela Kuti,
Big Daddy Kane,
Duran Duran,
Jawbox,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Music Machine,
Johnny Osbourne,
Aswad,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
John Cale,
Terry Callier,
X-Ray Spex,
The Monks,
Black Flag,
Intrusion,
Bob Dylan,
Roy Ayers,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Gladiators,
Curtis Mayfield,
U.S. Maple,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Jandek,
The United States of America,
ABC,
Clear Light,
Skarface,
Angry Samoans,
DNA,
The Invisible,
Moby Grape,
PIL,
Aural Exciters,
Glenn Branca,
Yaz,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Interpol,
Circle Jerks,
Ralphi Rosario, Ralphi Rosario, Ralphi Rosario, Ralphi Rosario.
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.