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 Palau and from Shanghai.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 DNA to the punk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Young Marble Giants. All the underground hits.
All Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ultramagnetic MC's record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Gories record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Minor Threat,
Lalann,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Moody Blues,
The Residents,
Minny Pops,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Loose Ends,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Rosa Yemen,
Rhythm & Sound,
Eurythmics,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Deadbeat,
The Shadows of Knight,
Laurel Aitken,
Black Sheep,
cv313,
Gastr Del Sol,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Derrick Morgan,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Aloha Tigers,
H. Thieme,
Carl Craig,
Soft Cell,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Invisible,
In Retrospect,
Alton Ellis,
Bluetip,
Rod Modell,
Lungfish,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Offenders,
Sun Ra,
The Cramps,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
JFA,
Television,
Nick Fraelich,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Unrelated Segments,
Warsaw,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
The Gun Club,
Lindisfarne,
Tubeway Army,
Siglo XX,
Bill Wells,
Lucky Dragons,
Idris Muhammad,
8 Eyed Spy,
The J.B.'s,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Deakin,
DJ Style,
Angry Samoans,
Von Mondo,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
the Human League, the Human League, the Human League, the Human League.
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.