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 Kyrgyzstan and from Paris.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Eve St. Jones to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 the Soft Cell. All the underground hits.
All Carl Craig tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Minutemen record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Main Source record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Frankie Knuckles,
Janne Schatter,
Agent Orange,
Lightning Bolt,
8 Eyed Spy,
Gang Green,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Dorothy Ashby,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Selecter,
The Human League,
Bizarre Inc.,
Kerrie Biddell,
Pole,
Marcia Griffiths,
Terrestrial Tones,
Lou Christie,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Iggy Pop,
Kevin Saunderson,
Barclay James Harvest,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Cure,
KRS-One,
Thompson Twins,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Terry Callier,
Aaron Thompson,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Offenders,
John Lydon,
The Monks,
48th St. Collective,
Fear,
Patti Smith,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Vainqueur,
The Slits,
Q and Not U,
Siglo XX,
Camouflage,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Index,
the Normal,
Marmalade,
Joey Negro,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Man Eating Sloth,
Smog,
Outsiders,
Infiniti,
The Cramps,
Black Bananas,
Al Stewart,
Electric Light Orchestra,
New Order,
Peter & Gordon,
Youth Brigade,
The Velvet Underground, The Velvet Underground, The Velvet Underground, The Velvet Underground.
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.