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 Benin and from Portland.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 marimba 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 Connie Case to the disco kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Traffic Nightmare. All the underground hits.
All The Shadows of Knight tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Judy Mowatt 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Moby Grape record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Minny Pops,
Tom Boy,
Liliput,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Boredoms,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Saints,
Gang Starr,
Todd Rundgren,
Ultimate Spinach,
Unrelated Segments,
Iggy Pop,
Japan,
Slave,
Mark Hollis,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Stooges,
the Slits,
Model 500,
The Golliwogs,
Juan Atkins,
The Litter,
Carl Craig,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Eddi Front,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Jeff Lynne,
Todd Terry,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Gap Band,
Gregory Isaacs,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Black Bananas,
The Busters,
Sällskapet,
Frankie Knuckles,
Graham Central Station,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Fortunes,
Mission of Burma,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Birthday Party,
Pulsallama,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Fela Kuti,
the Human League,
Lyres,
Darondo,
Amazonics,
Vainqueur,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Motions,
Scrapy,
The J.B.'s,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Oblivians,
The Smoke,
Lou Christie,
Fatback Band,
Barclay James Harvest,
Ultra Naté,
The Techniques, The Techniques, The Techniques, The Techniques.
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.