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 Austria and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 rhodes 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 Quadrant to the techno 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 A Certain Ratio. All the underground hits.
All Sexual Harrassment tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Half Japanese 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rufus Thomas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Mojo Men,
Gang Starr,
Max Romeo,
MC5,
Au Pairs,
L. Decosne,
The Barracudas,
Soul II Soul,
Yaz,
The Misunderstood,
Eve St. Jones,
Lyres,
The Seeds,
Khruangbin,
Frankie Knuckles,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Talk Talk,
Todd Terry,
Hot Snakes,
John Holt,
T. Rex,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Shuggie Otis,
The Music Machine,
Idris Muhammad,
Swans,
Reagan Youth,
Skarface,
The Motions,
Gang of Four,
Fear,
Deadbeat,
MDC,
Nick Fraelich,
Television Personalities,
The Blackbyrds,
Aloha Tigers,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Ten City,
Alphaville,
Crispy Ambulance,
Pharoah Sanders,
John Cale,
Crime,
Nils Olav,
Von Mondo,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Bang On A Can,
The Birthday Party,
Danielle Patucci,
Ponytail,
Roger Hodgson,
Jimmy McGriff,
8 Eyed Spy,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Eurythmics,
Half Japanese,
Lou Christie,
Liliput,
The Slits, The Slits, The Slits, The Slits.
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.