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 Bulgaria 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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Magazine to the funk 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 Lee Hazlewood. All the underground hits.
All Heavy D & The Boyz tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Fania All-Stars record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Funky Four + One record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sound Behaviour,
Frankie Knuckles,
Faraquet,
Tommy Roe,
Guru Guru,
Laurel Aitken,
The Doobie Brothers,
Bad Manners,
The Monks,
Dawn Penn,
The Grass Roots,
Man Eating Sloth,
Excepter,
Outsiders,
Archie Shepp,
DNA,
Angry Samoans,
Wolf Eyes,
Girls At Our Best!,
Minor Threat,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Johnny Clarke,
The Seeds,
The Index,
Von Mondo,
Cecil Taylor,
Roger Hodgson,
Idris Muhammad,
Maurizio,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Pantaleimon,
Saccharine Trust,
Masters at Work,
Darondo,
Unrelated Segments,
H. Thieme,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Isaac Hayes,
Popol Vuh,
The Doors,
Urselle,
The Music Machine,
Reagan Youth,
Barbara Tucker,
Joy Division,
The Leaves,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Electric Prunes,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Peter and Kerry,
The New Christs,
Bronski Beat,
Dark Day,
Big Daddy Kane,
Black Sheep,
Jesper Dahlback,
Niagra,
Monolake,
The Residents,
T. Rex,
Drive Like Jehu,
Cluster,
Silicon Teens, Silicon Teens, Silicon Teens, Silicon Teens.
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.