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 Tajikistan and from Manchester.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Flipper to the techno kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Livin' Joy. All the underground hits.
All The Wake tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tim Buckley 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marmalade record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
R.M.O.,
Tubeway Army,
Au Pairs,
Kool Moe Dee,
Main Source,
Mantronix,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Alison Limerick,
The Grass Roots,
Ronnie Foster,
Al Stewart,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Motions,
Sight & Sound,
Trumans Water,
Youth Brigade,
This Heat,
Desert Stars,
Cymande,
In Retrospect,
Metal Thangz,
Ultra Naté,
The Move,
Scratch Acid,
Urselle,
Blancmange,
Peter and Kerry,
Depeche Mode,
The Real Kids,
The Birthday Party,
Sarah Menescal,
Pantytec,
The Selecter,
The Mojo Men,
Ronan,
The Zeros,
Maurizio,
Amazonics,
The Walker Brothers,
Tears for Fears,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Frankie Knuckles,
Girls At Our Best!,
Max Romeo,
Eve St. Jones,
Arab on Radar,
The Martian,
Liliput,
Moebius,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Gladiators,
Whodini,
UT,
the Germs,
Joe Smooth,
Make Up,
Franke,
E-Dancer,
Jesper Dahlback,
Infiniti,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth, Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth, Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth, Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth.
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.