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 Switzerland 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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Siglo XX to the funk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Chris & Cosey. All the underground hits.
All Vaughan Mason & Crew tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every JFA 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 '80s 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 Delon & Dalcan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Das Ding,
Dead Boys,
ABBA,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
R.M.O.,
The Misunderstood,
DJ Style,
Eli Mardock,
Massinfluence,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Marcia Griffiths,
Kerrie Biddell,
Joe Smooth,
Sonic Youth,
Von Mondo,
Interpol,
Roxy Music,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Au Pairs,
the Bar-Kays,
Swell Maps,
Flamin' Groovies,
Zero Boys,
The Fugs,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Byron Stingily,
Schoolly D,
Junior Murvin,
Simply Red,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
cv313,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Divine Comedy,
Los Fastidios,
Lakeside,
Bill Wells,
Drexciya,
Jeff Lynne,
Lou Reed,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Groovy Waters,
Nico,
Basic Channel,
Roger Hodgson,
Black Moon,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Mr. Review,
Radio Birdman,
Barry Ungar,
Buzzcocks,
Monks,
DNA,
Q and Not U,
Shuggie Otis,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Country Teasers,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Terry Callier,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band, Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band, Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band, Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band.
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.