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 Portugal 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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Sarah Menescal to the techno kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 T.S.O.L.. All the underground hits.
All Spandau Ballet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nirvana record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 a synthesizer and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rapeman record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crash Course in Science,
Black Pus,
The Toasters,
Gichy Dan,
Joe Finger,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Vladislav Delay,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Tres Demented,
Erasure,
Sarah Menescal,
New Age Steppers,
Mad Mike,
Sister Nancy,
Minor Threat,
Bill Wells,
Lightning Bolt,
Eli Mardock,
Piero Umiliani,
Patti Smith,
Blossom Toes,
Country Teasers,
Cymande,
Kenny Larkin,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Leaves,
the Fania All-Stars,
Amazonics,
The Modern Lovers,
ABC,
Ornette Coleman,
Funky Four + One,
The Cowsills,
Quantec,
10cc,
Delta 5,
Moby Grape,
Janne Schatter,
Mary Jane Girls,
Supertramp,
Joe Smooth,
Second Layer,
The Doobie Brothers,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Vogues,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Shoche,
Neu!,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Bob Dylan,
The Happenings,
Skaos,
Matthew Bourne,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Beau Brummels,
The Moleskins,
H. Thieme,
Radio Birdman,
Wasted Youth,
B.T. Express,
Erykah Badu,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Sugar Minott, Sugar Minott, Sugar Minott, Sugar Minott.
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.