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 Jordan and from Tokyo.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Siglo XX to the rock kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Main Source. All the underground hits.
All MC5 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pylon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Angels of Light record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Y Pants,
Derrick May,
The Zeros,
Dark Day,
Panda Bear,
Lalo Schifrin,
Radiopuhelimet,
David Bowie,
Sex Pistols,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Idris Muhammad,
Lightning Bolt,
Porter Ricks,
Unwound,
Half Japanese,
The Gories,
John Coltrane,
Arcadia,
Inner City,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
EPMD,
Desert Stars,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Techniques,
Throbbing Gristle,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Los Fastidios,
The Index,
Public Enemy,
Nick Fraelich,
Vainqueur,
Ituana,
Stiv Bators,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Ohio Players,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Dave Clark Five,
Rakim,
Roxette,
Chris Corsano,
Easy Going,
Pylon,
Aswad,
Brothers Johnson,
Tubeway Army,
Wolf Eyes,
Visage,
Roxy Music,
Amazonics,
The Vogues,
Bad Manners,
John Foxx,
Bobby Byrd,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Eric Dolphy,
Banda Bassotti,
Nico,
Andrew Hill,
Scott Walker,
Gang of Four,
La Düsseldorf, La Düsseldorf, La Düsseldorf, La Düsseldorf.
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.