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 Oman and from Bremen.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 Dirtbombs to the punk 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 ABC. All the underground hits.
All Nas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Davy DMX record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Spoonie Gee record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Soft Cell,
Wings,
Pantaleimon,
Little Man,
Shoche,
Quando Quango,
Fad Gadget,
Fear,
Bronski Beat,
Swans,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Smiths,
Radio Birdman,
Ice-T,
Altered Images,
Scott Walker,
The Gun Club,
Sixth Finger,
Bobbi Humphrey,
John Coltrane,
Masters at Work,
Eden Ahbez,
Lightning Bolt,
Rosa Yemen,
The Evens,
Crooked Eye,
Sarah Menescal,
Guru Guru,
Quadrant,
Drive Like Jehu,
Pharoah Sanders,
World's Most,
The Gladiators,
Icehouse,
Ten City,
Japan,
Yusef Lateef,
The Human League,
Jesper Dahlback,
Peter & Gordon,
Patti Smith,
The Selecter,
Swell Maps,
David Axelrod,
Minny Pops,
JFA,
Harmonia,
Sugar Minott,
Todd Rundgren,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
KRS-One,
Sun Ra,
Niagra,
Urselle,
Chrome,
John Cale,
Ultravox,
John Lydon,
The Remains,
Inner City,
Chris Corsano,
The Real Kids,
Eric Dolphy, Eric Dolphy, Eric Dolphy, Eric Dolphy.
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.