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 Ireland and from Johannesburg.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Delhi.
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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 The Divine Comedy to the grunge 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 John Lydon. All the underground hits.
All U.S. Maple tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jerry Gold Smith record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The J.B.'s record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mandrill,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Moody Blues,
Main Source,
Ludus,
Eric Copeland,
Minor Threat,
Darondo,
Circle Jerks,
Joey Negro,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Delta 5,
The Stooges,
Piero Umiliani,
The Fortunes,
Nirvana,
Rosa Yemen,
Alice Coltrane,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Connie Case,
Eurythmics,
The Divine Comedy,
Ralphi Rosario,
Little Man,
The Sound,
Simply Red,
It's A Beautiful Day,
ABC,
Marc Almond,
Kas Product,
Reuben Wilson,
John Holt,
Organ,
The Victims,
The Happenings,
Eli Mardock,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Sarah Menescal,
The Seeds,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Youth Brigade,
Sandy B,
Sister Nancy,
Jimmy McGriff,
Arab on Radar,
Index,
the Slits,
The Electric Prunes,
Oblivians,
The Evens,
Alton Ellis,
Minnie Riperton,
Letta Mbulu,
Oneida,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Accadde A,
The Grass Roots,
Robert Hood,
Pere Ubu,
The Modern Lovers,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Monolake,
The Pop Group,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk, Rahsaan Roland Kirk, Rahsaan Roland Kirk, Rahsaan Roland Kirk.
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.