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 Taiwan and from Delhi.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the marimba 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 David McCallum 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 Massinfluence. All the underground hits.
All June Days tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Skatalites record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 a guitar and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Graham Central Station record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Trumans Water,
Sonic Youth,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
L. Decosne,
Nirvana,
Duran Duran,
The Golliwogs,
The Cowsills,
Adolescents,
The Doobie Brothers,
Jesper Dahlback,
Stockholm Monsters,
Eric Copeland,
Jeff Mills,
Kevin Saunderson,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Grass Roots,
Gastr Del Sol,
Marvin Gaye,
Kayak,
Hashim,
Nils Olav,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
F. McDonald,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
John Foxx,
Roy Ayers,
Donny Hathaway,
MC5,
Cameo,
Chris Corsano,
Funky Four + One,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Outsiders,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Charles Mingus,
Gang Starr,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Seeds,
Gil Scott Heron,
Talk Talk,
Supertramp,
LL Cool J,
The Zeros,
Soft Machine,
Whodini,
Popol Vuh,
the Soft Cell,
Siglo XX,
Fugazi,
The Toasters,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Slits,
Sixth Finger,
Unrelated Segments,
Joensuu 1685,
ABC,
Severed Heads,
Spandau Ballet,
Jimmy McGriff,
Newcleus, Newcleus, Newcleus, Newcleus.
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.