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 Togo and from Hong Kong.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Houston.
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 Captain Beefheart 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 MDC to the funk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo. All the underground hits.
All The Star Department tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Searchers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 an arpeggiator and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Interpol record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Little Man,
Reuben Wilson,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Faraquet,
Procol Harum,
Dorothy Ashby,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
La Düsseldorf,
Quadrant,
The Slits,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Brass Construction,
Gil Scott Heron,
Sällskapet,
Connie Case,
Electric Prunes,
Tropical Tobacco,
UT,
Pantaleimon,
The Stooges,
Scan 7,
Matthew Halsall,
Marine Girls,
Gang Green,
Bauhaus,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Pulsallama,
Funky Four + One,
Agitation Free,
James Chance & The Contortions,
a-ha,
Whodini,
Carl Craig,
The Zeros,
Camberwell Now,
The New Christs,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Mr. Review,
The Invisible,
The Buckinghams,
Gichy Dan,
Ken Boothe,
Harry Pussy,
Ralphi Rosario,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Zero Boys,
Frankie Knuckles,
Lou Reed,
Nik Kershaw,
the Germs,
Fatback Band,
H. Thieme,
MDC,
Rufus Thomas,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Darondo,
Brick,
Jesper Dahlback,
Curtis Mayfield,
Cheater Slicks, Cheater Slicks, Cheater Slicks, Cheater Slicks.
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.