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 Suriname and from Edmonton.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 marimba 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 The Velvet Underground to the punk 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 Neu!. All the underground hits.
All Lafayette Afro Rock Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Buzzcocks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scott Walker record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Camouflage,
Echospace,
Lyres,
Eden Ahbez,
Moss Icon,
Bob Dylan,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Zero Boys,
Fat Boys,
Wings,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Von Mondo,
Big Daddy Kane,
Alton Ellis,
Second Layer,
Barrington Levy,
Niagra,
Matthew Bourne,
Crash Course in Science,
Infiniti,
Mad Mike,
In Retrospect,
H. Thieme,
PIL,
LL Cool J,
The Invisible,
Gang Starr,
Scratch Acid,
Scrapy,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Modern Lovers,
Patti Smith,
Gong,
Ken Boothe,
One Last Wish,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Alarm Clocks,
Graham Central Station,
Stereo Dub,
The Skatalites,
Dawn Penn,
Radiohead,
Funky Four + One,
The Stooges,
A Certain Ratio,
Lebanon Hanover,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Terrestrial Tones,
Boogie Down Productions,
Roxette,
Kerri Chandler,
Dead Boys,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Move,
Ten City,
John Holt,
Sexual Harrassment,
Michelle Simonal,
The Toasters,
Metal Thangz,
Avey Tare,
The Human League,
The Standells, The Standells, The Standells, The Standells.
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.