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 Maldives and from New York.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 808 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 Cybotron to the funk 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 Boogie Down Productions. All the underground hits.
All JFA tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Warren Ellis record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 snare and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mr. Review 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?
DJ Sneak,
Gong,
Robert Wyatt,
X-102,
Roy Ayers,
Underground Resistance,
Susan Cadogan,
Anakelly,
Depeche Mode,
Dorothy Ashby,
Wally Richardson,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Derrick May,
Nas,
Steve Hackett,
Subhumans,
The Gories,
The Toasters,
Black Flag,
E-Dancer,
Desert Stars,
The Victims,
Vainqueur,
Barrington Levy,
Robert Görl,
Frankie Knuckles,
David McCallum,
Graham Central Station,
Tres Demented,
The Cowsills,
Rakim,
Sister Nancy,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Trumans Water,
T. Rex,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Durutti Column,
Sonny Sharrock,
Max Romeo,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Procol Harum,
Fugazi,
MC5,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Johnny Osbourne,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Icehouse,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Fugs,
Stockholm Monsters,
ABBA,
London Community Gospel Choir,
KRS-One,
Gang of Four,
Kerri Chandler,
Jimmy McGriff,
Wolf Eyes,
Joy Division,
The Skatalites,
The Divine Comedy,
Connie Case,
Sparks,
Dark Day, Dark Day, Dark Day, Dark Day.
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.