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 Ukraine and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Lille.
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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Joy Division to the funk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience. All the underground hits.
All This Heat tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Zapp record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 rhodes and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Grauzone record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Frankie Knuckles,
Robert Wyatt,
Susan Cadogan,
Boogie Down Productions,
Eurythmics,
The J.B.'s,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Litter,
Ralphi Rosario,
Jeff Mills,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Pop Group,
Quando Quango,
The Flesh Eaters,
Negative Approach,
The Knickerbockers,
Barclay James Harvest,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Black Bananas,
Basic Channel,
Rites of Spring,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Joe Finger,
the Bar-Kays,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Wally Richardson,
Excepter,
Lungfish,
Audionom,
Black Moon,
Kevin Saunderson,
Lucky Dragons,
The Slackers,
Lebanon Hanover,
Drive Like Jehu,
Howard Jones,
Chris Corsano,
Monks,
Unwound,
Scan 7,
Magazine,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Simply Red,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Pantytec,
Pet Shop Boys,
Stetsasonic,
Erykah Badu,
Arcadia,
Thee Headcoats,
Cal Tjader,
Amon Düül,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Steve Hackett,
Juan Atkins,
Bush Tetras,
Popol Vuh,
Agitation Free,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Avey Tare,
Gregory Isaacs, Gregory Isaacs, Gregory Isaacs, Gregory Isaacs.
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.