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 Taiwan and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Juan Atkins to the grime 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 The Fuzztones. All the underground hits.
All Desert Stars tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Red Lorry Yellow Lorry 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jacques Brel record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Y Pants,
Lakeside,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Cecil Taylor,
EPMD,
Isaac Hayes,
T.S.O.L.,
Japan,
David McCallum,
Tubeway Army,
Shoche,
Massinfluence,
Todd Rundgren,
Intrusion,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
F. McDonald,
The United States of America,
Donny Hathaway,
Loose Ends,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Last Poets,
Slick Rick,
Marshall Jefferson,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Mad Mike,
Todd Terry,
David Bowie,
AZ,
Kool Moe Dee,
PIL,
Eric Copeland,
Pole,
Young Marble Giants,
One Last Wish,
Lungfish,
Sex Pistols,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Rosa Yemen,
a-ha,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Dead C,
Slave,
Archie Shepp,
Patti Smith,
The Vogues,
Gastr Del Sol,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Ronan,
Minutemen,
Sight & Sound,
the Human League,
Jawbox,
David Axelrod,
The Smiths,
The Searchers,
Hardrive,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Franke,
Big Daddy Kane, Big Daddy Kane, Big Daddy Kane, Big Daddy Kane.
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.