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 Sudan and from Paris.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 Holger Czukay 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 Interpol to the rock kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Mary Jane Girls. All the underground hits.
All Rhythm & Sound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cluster record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 a snare and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Parry Music record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ponytail,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
DJ Sneak,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Selecter,
Ossler,
New Age Steppers,
Gregory Isaacs,
Gang Starr,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Kayak,
Deepchord,
Aloha Tigers,
Simply Red,
The Remains,
Kerri Chandler,
Roger Hodgson,
The Angels of Light,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Cymande,
The Black Dice,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Five Americans,
Black Pus,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Young Marble Giants,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Hardrive,
Agitation Free,
Marmalade,
Gong,
K-Klass,
Joy Division,
Circle Jerks,
Matthew Bourne,
Toni Rubio,
The Gap Band,
Glambeats Corp.,
Pierre Henry,
Skarface,
Von Mondo,
The Offenders,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Harry Pussy,
Amon Düül II,
Barbara Tucker,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
cv313,
The Raincoats,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Trojans,
The Last Poets,
The Smoke,
Wings,
Index,
Blake Baxter,
World's Most,
The Tremeloes,
Davy DMX,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Crooked Eye,
Dorothy Ashby,
Q65, Q65, Q65, Q65.
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.