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 Pakistan and from Copenhagen.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Sun City Girls to the rock kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Fifty Foot Hose. All the underground hits.
All Kurtis Blow tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nation of Ulysses 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mandrill record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fad Gadget,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Shuggie Otis,
Joy Division,
Eli Mardock,
Minny Pops,
Skaos,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Fugs,
The Smiths,
Lalann,
Buzzcocks,
The Toasters,
The Dave Clark Five,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Angels of Light,
Goldenarms,
Alison Limerick,
Technova,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
the Slits,
Joe Finger,
Little Man,
La Düsseldorf,
Negative Approach,
Tom Boy,
Basic Channel,
Chris Corsano,
The Dead C,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Last Poets,
The Vogues,
Dawn Penn,
Leonard Cohen,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Masters at Work,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
John Lydon,
K-Klass,
Sarah Menescal,
Smog,
Nils Olav,
Hot Snakes,
The J.B.'s,
the Bar-Kays,
Japan,
Jawbox,
Sam Rivers,
The Shadows of Knight,
Unwound,
Crime,
Drive Like Jehu,
Marvin Gaye,
The Alarm Clocks,
Iggy Pop,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
JFA,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Agitation Free,
Anakelly,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Archie Shepp,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Liliput,
Duran Duran, Duran Duran, Duran Duran, Duran Duran.
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.