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 Seychelles and from Tehran.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 oboe 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 AZ to the dance kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Chrome. All the underground hits.
All Thee Headcoats tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Franke 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 clarinet and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Brand Nubian 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?
Maurizio,
Intrusion,
MC5,
Johnny Clarke,
Qualms,
X-101,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Dennis Brown,
Nick Fraelich,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Kaleidoscope,
Crispian St. Peters,
June Days,
Black Pus,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Ten City,
Jerry's Kids,
The Pretty Things,
Supertramp,
Dawn Penn,
Motorama,
The Moleskins,
UT,
The Birthday Party,
Godley & Creme,
Kas Product,
F. McDonald,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Joe Finger,
Public Enemy,
The Zeros,
World's Most,
ABBA,
Terrestrial Tones,
Black Bananas,
Arcadia,
John Foxx,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Gang Gang Dance,
Scan 7,
Eve St. Jones,
Radio Birdman,
Max Romeo,
U.S. Maple,
The Five Americans,
Pylon,
The Modern Lovers,
T.S.O.L.,
Bizarre Inc.,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Jesper Dahlback,
Fela Kuti,
James White and The Blacks,
The Knickerbockers,
Glenn Branca,
Gong,
Gregory Isaacs,
Skarface,
Delon & Dalcan,
Hoover,
Sad Lovers and Giants, Sad Lovers and Giants, Sad Lovers and Giants, Sad Lovers and Giants.
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.