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 El Salvador and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Lindisfarne to the crunk 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 Maurizio. All the underground hits.
All Silicon Teens tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Suburban Knight record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ituana record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Fluxion,
Stiv Bators,
The Stooges,
Kerri Chandler,
The Walker Brothers,
Symarip,
Peter and Kerry,
The Beau Brummels,
Davy DMX,
Crispy Ambulance,
Fear,
The United States of America,
The Buckinghams,
T. Rex,
Basic Channel,
Lee Hazlewood,
U.S. Maple,
Cecil Taylor,
Big Daddy Kane,
Thee Headcoats,
UT,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Q65,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Jandek,
Reuben Wilson,
Kenny Larkin,
Brass Construction,
Eric Dolphy,
Josef K,
Eden Ahbez,
OOIOO,
Ice-T,
One Last Wish,
Robert Hood,
Nation of Ulysses,
Eurythmics,
Crash Course in Science,
Alphaville,
Ultra Naté,
Funky Four + One,
Average White Band,
Crime,
Deepchord,
The Star Department,
Vainqueur,
Cluster,
Crooked Eye,
Pet Shop Boys,
Youth Brigade,
The American Breed,
Eric B and Rakim,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Vladislav Delay,
The Selecter,
Derrick Morgan,
Wasted Youth,
Whodini,
Moby Grape,
Patti Smith,
The Modern Lovers, The Modern Lovers, The Modern Lovers, The Modern Lovers.
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.