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 United Kingdom and from Lyon.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 clarinet 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 De La Soul & Jungle Brothers to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 La Düsseldorf. All the underground hits.
All Rosa Yemen tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Blossom Toes 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 a chamberlin and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Human League record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sex Pistols,
Pharoah Sanders,
Radiopuhelimet,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Technova,
Dave Gahan,
Yaz,
Marshall Jefferson,
Massinfluence,
Mantronix,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Knickerbockers,
the Bar-Kays,
Skarface,
kango's stein massive,
Kerrie Biddell,
Iggy Pop,
Graham Central Station,
Idris Muhammad,
Peter and Kerry,
Scott Walker,
Outsiders,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Young Marble Giants,
The Cramps,
Babytalk,
Harmonia,
Index,
The Evens,
Big Daddy Kane,
Black Pus,
Joyce Sims,
Amon Düül,
Ronan,
The Gun Club,
Zero Boys,
Don Cherry,
Suicide,
Procol Harum,
New Age Steppers,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Ken Boothe,
Unwound,
the Association,
Rhythm & Sound,
Ponytail,
Joe Finger,
Mr. Review,
the Germs,
EPMD,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Fortunes,
Sandy B,
The Divine Comedy,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Skaos,
The Monks,
Jesper Dahlbäck, Jesper Dahlbäck, Jesper Dahlbäck, Jesper Dahlbäck.
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.