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 Bangladesh 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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 The Angels of Light to the funk 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 Sparks. All the underground hits.
All Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Notorious Big And Bone Thugs 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pussy Galore record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Modern Lovers,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Sällskapet,
Pantytec,
Agitation Free,
Ohio Players,
Hoover,
The Durutti Column,
Sex Pistols,
Peter & Gordon,
JFA,
Slick Rick,
La Düsseldorf,
Grandmaster Flash,
Fear,
Grey Daturas,
June of 44,
James White and The Blacks,
The Dave Clark Five,
Derrick Morgan,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Iggy Pop,
Terry Callier,
Connie Case,
L. Decosne,
Ponytail,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Delta 5,
Spoonie Gee,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Carl Craig,
Gichy Dan,
H. Thieme,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Bobby Sherman,
Siglo XX,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Audionom,
Nirvana,
A Certain Ratio,
Main Source,
Amazonics,
Rotary Connection,
The Evens,
Second Layer,
EPMD,
a-ha,
Jerry's Kids,
Sound Behaviour,
Intrusion,
Zapp,
Harmonia,
The New Christs,
Porter Ricks,
Althea and Donna,
Patti Smith,
Mad Mike,
Slave,
Erasure,
Y Pants,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Bobby Womack,
Glenn Branca,
Dennis Brown, Dennis Brown, Dennis Brown, Dennis Brown.
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.