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 Kenya and from Sao Paulo.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Angels of Light & Akron/Family to the disco kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Soft Machine. All the underground hits.
All Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Average White Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 an oboe and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mary Jane Girls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Letta Mbulu,
Dave Gahan,
Cheater Slicks,
Skriet,
The Detroit Cobras,
Nik Kershaw,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Oblivians,
Matthew Bourne,
Judy Mowatt,
Sound Behaviour,
Tommy Roe,
Hashim,
The Modern Lovers,
Make Up,
The Mojo Men,
The Toasters,
Joyce Sims,
The Sound,
Echospace,
Gang Green,
Country Teasers,
The Pop Group,
Young Marble Giants,
Cal Tjader,
Simply Red,
T. Rex,
Bobby Womack,
Gerry Rafferty,
LL Cool J,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Fugs,
Moss Icon,
The Vogues,
Todd Rundgren,
Skarface,
Godley & Creme,
Alton Ellis,
Brand Nubian,
Slave,
Q and Not U,
Pulsallama,
The Smiths,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Animal Collective,
Scion,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
La Düsseldorf,
Crash Course in Science,
The Last Poets,
The Alarm Clocks,
Big Daddy Kane,
Peter & Gordon,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Beau Brummels,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Chris Corsano,
New York Dolls,
Loose Ends,
ABC,
Pantytec,
The Move,
The Black Dice, The Black Dice, The Black Dice, The Black Dice.
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.