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 Japan and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 chamberlin 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 John Cale to the techno 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 Johnny Osbourne. All the underground hits.
All Fad Gadget tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Delon & Dalcan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Gap Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Young Rascals,
Nation of Ulysses,
Crime,
the Normal,
The Cosmic Jokers,
the Fania All-Stars,
Make Up,
Bobby Sherman,
Sister Nancy,
Black Pus,
The Slits,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Mars,
Au Pairs,
Amazonics,
Interpol,
Lyres,
Cecil Taylor,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Evens,
H. Thieme,
Dual Sessions,
Fad Gadget,
The Buckinghams,
The Monks,
Bill Near,
DJ Style,
The Gun Club,
Spoonie Gee,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Blues Magoos,
Ultravox,
Eli Mardock,
Throbbing Gristle,
Scan 7,
Pet Shop Boys,
Kas Product,
Bob Dylan,
Bluetip,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Al Stewart,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Fugs,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Maurizio,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
E-Dancer,
Negative Approach,
Jesper Dahlback,
Saccharine Trust,
48th St. Collective,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Reagan Youth,
T. Rex,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Adolescents,
Delta 5, Delta 5, Delta 5, Delta 5.
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.