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 Micronesia 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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 clarinet 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 Pole to the grime kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Toasters. All the underground hits.
All Nik Kershaw tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every ABBA 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Agent Orange record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sexual Harrassment,
EPMD,
Jacques Brel,
Scrapy,
Zero Boys,
The Golliwogs,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Loose Ends,
Sällskapet,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Nation of Ulysses,
Simply Red,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Minny Pops,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Flamin' Groovies,
Y Pants,
Crispian St. Peters,
cv313,
Sonic Youth,
The Vogues,
Aswad,
Rod Modell,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Dark Day,
Black Moon,
The Dead C,
Skriet,
The Saints,
Livin' Joy,
The Names,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Cal Tjader,
Jeru the Damaja,
Dorothy Ashby,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Skaos,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Ultravox,
Boogie Down Productions,
Cecil Taylor,
Roger Hodgson,
John Lydon,
Gang of Four,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Leaves,
Trumans Water,
Sarah Menescal,
Slick Rick,
Funky Four + One,
Sonny Sharrock,
Gang Gang Dance,
Groovy Waters,
Bobby Hutcherson,
This Heat,
La Düsseldorf,
Amon Düül II,
Piero Umiliani,
Shoche,
the Slits,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Electric Light Orchestra,
June of 44, June of 44, June of 44, June of 44.
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.