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 Palau and from Mumbai.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 Laurel Aitken to the funk 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 LL Cool J. All the underground hits.
All Camberwell Now tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Al Stewart record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Stereo Dub record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Aswad,
Outsiders,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Velvet Underground,
Dual Sessions,
Mad Mike,
Minnie Riperton,
Index,
Duran Duran,
Bush Tetras,
Television Personalities,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Sarah Menescal,
Terry Callier,
Audionom,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Electric Prunes,
R.M.O.,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Unrelated Segments,
Porter Ricks,
The Fugs,
Rufus Thomas,
The United States of America,
Scratch Acid,
The Alarm Clocks,
Joy Division,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Half Japanese,
The New Christs,
Jerry's Kids,
Yazoo,
The Cure,
Todd Terry,
Barry Ungar,
Lower 48,
Maleditus Sound,
Groovy Waters,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Young Rascals,
Gang of Four,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Deakin,
Erykah Badu,
Stockholm Monsters,
A Certain Ratio,
Avey Tare,
Soft Cell,
The Offenders,
Morten Harket,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Minny Pops,
Radiopuhelimet,
Roxette,
Crooked Eye,
The Victims,
David McCallum,
Archie Shepp,
Fat Boys,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Radio Birdman,
Kenny Larkin,
Loose Ends,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs, Notorious Big And Bone Thugs, Notorious Big And Bone Thugs, Notorious Big And Bone Thugs.
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.