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 Dominican Republic and from Lyon.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 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 Tom Boy to the grime kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Nick Fraelich. All the underground hits.
All Rotary Connection tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Minutemen record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Piero Umiliani record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Human League,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Television Personalities,
Lindisfarne,
Marcia Griffiths,
Lou Christie,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Darondo,
Don Cherry,
Hot Snakes,
Dennis Brown,
Talk Talk,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Nation of Ulysses,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Bobby Byrd,
Unwound,
The Cowsills,
DJ Sneak,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Royal Trux,
The Angels of Light,
Minnie Riperton,
Severed Heads,
Blancmange,
Danielle Patucci,
The Victims,
Q and Not U,
Todd Rundgren,
Pet Shop Boys,
Aaron Thompson,
Sällskapet,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Flash Fearless,
Jeff Lynne,
The Tremeloes,
Surgeon,
The Neon Judgement,
The Skatalites,
The Seeds,
Thee Headcoats,
The Fall,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
LL Cool J,
Sugar Minott,
The Residents,
La Düsseldorf,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Standells,
Kerrie Biddell,
New Order,
Minutemen,
DJ Style,
Aloha Tigers,
the Soft Cell,
the Association,
Amon Düül II,
Loose Ends,
Qualms,
Graham Central Station,
Lonnie Liston Smith, Lonnie Liston Smith, Lonnie Liston Smith, Lonnie Liston Smith.
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.