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 Maldives and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the rhodes 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 MC5 to the rock kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Gian Franco Pienzio. All the underground hits.
All Sonic Youth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Section 25 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Throbbing Gristle record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Glambeats Corp.,
CMW,
Grandmaster Flash,
T.S.O.L.,
Pylon,
The Pretty Things,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Peter & Gordon,
Gang Gang Dance,
Marine Girls,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Cowsills,
Y Pants,
Shoche,
The Associates,
Stetsasonic,
Godley & Creme,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Cluster,
Michelle Simonal,
Goldenarms,
Porter Ricks,
Fela Kuti,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
the Fania All-Stars,
MDC,
Infiniti,
The Red Krayola,
The Cramps,
Hardrive,
The Wake,
Minny Pops,
Sonic Youth,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Techniques,
Dennis Brown,
Kool Moe Dee,
Television,
Mars,
Buzzcocks,
Frankie Knuckles,
This Heat,
Johnny Osbourne,
The J.B.'s,
Morten Harket,
Second Layer,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Jeru the Damaja,
Japan,
The Monochrome Set,
Janne Schatter,
JFA,
Flamin' Groovies,
Dead Boys,
Gong,
Harry Pussy,
Magma,
Jawbox,
T. Rex,
The Victims,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Connie Case,
Oneida, Oneida, Oneida, Oneida.
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.