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 Dominican Republic and from Paris.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 Chic 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 Shuggie Otis to the techno 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 The Cosmic Jokers. All the underground hits.
All Delon & Dalcan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lou Reed & John Cale record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Jesus and Mary Chain record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Prince Buster,
Grandmaster Flash,
Deepchord,
Minny Pops,
The Slits,
The Gories,
Scientists,
The Seeds,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Beau Brummels,
Guru Guru,
The Cramps,
Marine Girls,
Bad Manners,
Steve Hackett,
CMW,
Pet Shop Boys,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Modern Lovers,
Little Man,
Glenn Branca,
Joy Division,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Das Ding,
Bush Tetras,
Jeru the Damaja,
Lakeside,
The Last Poets,
X-102,
The Pop Group,
Fad Gadget,
Soulsonic Force,
D'Angelo,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Five Americans,
Tropical Tobacco,
Fluxion,
Pagans,
Crime,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Absolute Body Control,
Roxette,
Babytalk,
Terry Callier,
Kas Product,
Robert Görl,
DJ Style,
Lucky Dragons,
Reagan Youth,
Lower 48,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
10cc,
PIL,
Accadde A,
Swell Maps,
Ultra Naté,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Yellowson, Yellowson, Yellowson, Yellowson.
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.