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 Macedonia and from Spokane.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Jakarta.
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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Procol Harum to the rap kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 The Associates. All the underground hits.
All Art Ensemble Of Chicago tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Toni Rubio 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a kango's stein massive record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Los Fastidios,
Crooked Eye,
Man Parrish,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Vladislav Delay,
Cybotron,
EPMD,
Marshall Jefferson,
Skarface,
OOIOO,
Black Bananas,
Sexual Harrassment,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Music Machine,
Bobby Sherman,
Fugazi,
Talk Talk,
PIL,
Eden Ahbez,
The Five Americans,
AZ,
The Walker Brothers,
Blancmange,
Ohio Players,
The Gories,
Pylon,
One Last Wish,
Mission of Burma,
David Bowie,
Crash Course in Science,
The Beau Brummels,
Dave Gahan,
Cameo,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Searchers,
Negative Approach,
The Blues Magoos,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Reagan Youth,
Thee Headcoats,
Delon & Dalcan,
Ralphi Rosario,
The American Breed,
Jawbox,
Eric Copeland,
Tim Buckley,
CMW,
Cluster,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Groovy Waters,
Yusef Lateef,
Franke,
Circle Jerks,
Kurtis Blow,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Crispy Ambulance,
Ronan,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Radiopuhelimet,
Youth Brigade,
Roxy Music,
Minutemen,
Echo & the Bunnymen, Echo & the Bunnymen, Echo & the Bunnymen, Echo & the Bunnymen.
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.