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 United Kingdom and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 arpeggiator 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 The Black Dice to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 June Days. All the underground hits.
All Nick Fraelich tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Notorious Big And Bone Thugs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Larry & the Blue Notes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
James White and The Blacks,
Young Marble Giants,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Simply Red,
Peter and Kerry,
Talk Talk,
Khruangbin,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Jandek,
Banda Bassotti,
The Fire Engines,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Josef K,
Sexual Harrassment,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Lou Reed,
Mars,
Susan Cadogan,
Sonny Sharrock,
Sandy B,
Kenny Larkin,
The Evens,
The Smoke,
Bill Wells,
New York Dolls,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Faust,
Blossom Toes,
Amon Düül II,
T. Rex,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Guru Guru,
Letta Mbulu,
Sam Rivers,
Henry Cow,
Terrestrial Tones,
Danielle Patucci,
Crash Course in Science,
La Düsseldorf,
Newcleus,
Jacob Miller,
Nas,
Model 500,
Deadbeat,
Idris Muhammad,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Joyce Sims,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Toasters,
Black Pus,
Jimmy McGriff,
Man Eating Sloth,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Ultimate Spinach,
Clear Light,
Stockholm Monsters,
Joensuu 1685,
Graham Central Station,
Barrington Levy, Barrington Levy, Barrington Levy, Barrington Levy.
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.