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 Nauru and from Madrid.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 arpeggiator 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 Dennis Brown to the disco kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Whodini. All the underground hits.
All These Immortal Souls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cheater Slicks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Smiths record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Animal Collective,
The Stooges,
The Angels of Light,
Erasure,
The Evens,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Cowsills,
Barrington Levy,
Interpol,
Pussy Galore,
T.S.O.L.,
EPMD,
The Mojo Men,
Harpers Bizarre,
Jeff Lynne,
Faust,
The New Christs,
Pharoah Sanders,
Jacob Miller,
Nirvana,
X-102,
Letta Mbulu,
Section 25,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Dark Day,
Urselle,
The Doors,
Agent Orange,
Fatback Band,
This Heat,
Alison Limerick,
Chris & Cosey,
Essential Logic,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Ralphi Rosario,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Graham Central Station,
Icehouse,
China Crisis,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Suburban Knight,
Isaac Hayes,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Mo-Dettes,
Grauzone,
Curtis Mayfield,
DNA,
Johnny Clarke,
Saccharine Trust,
T. Rex,
Pantytec,
Albert Ayler,
Main Source,
The Walker Brothers,
Radio Birdman,
Sister Nancy,
Sonny Sharrock,
Silicon Teens,
Massinfluence,
Rosa Yemen,
Quantec,
Visage, Visage, Visage, Visage.
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.