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 Mauritius and from Cairo.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Hot Snakes to the disco kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Index. All the underground hits.
All Howard Jones tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Josef K 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Minor Threat record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Symarip,
Scott Walker,
Sun Ra,
One Last Wish,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Brothers Johnson,
Duran Duran,
Arcadia,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Dennis Brown,
Heaven 17,
Donald Byrd,
Organ,
Vainqueur,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Jandek,
Public Image Ltd.,
Josef K,
Jerry Gold Smith,
DJ Style,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Sixth Finger,
Marc Almond,
The Slits,
JFA,
Traffic Nightmare,
Adolescents,
The Move,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Liliput,
The Wake,
Crash Course in Science,
Rapeman,
Gang Starr,
Swans,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Make Up,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Pantytec,
Boz Scaggs,
Model 500,
the Swans,
Archie Shepp,
Faust,
The Motions,
The Sonics,
Groovy Waters,
The Remains,
Audionom,
Swell Maps,
The Grass Roots,
The Doors,
James White and The Blacks,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Tubeway Army,
Gerry Rafferty,
Mr. Review,
Bobby Sherman,
The Gladiators,
Unrelated Segments,
Terry Callier,
Con Funk Shun,
Eric B and Rakim, Eric B and Rakim, Eric B and Rakim, Eric B and Rakim.
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.