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 Dominica and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 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 Anakelly to the punk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Prince Buster. All the underground hits.
All Jesper Dahlback tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every EPMD 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fluxion record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Absolute Body Control,
Country Teasers,
Pantytec,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Blossom Toes,
Negative Approach,
Chrome,
Barry Ungar,
Babytalk,
Girls At Our Best!,
Tropical Tobacco,
Newcleus,
Lindisfarne,
Q and Not U,
Japan,
Stetsasonic,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Eric Dolphy,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
T. Rex,
Youth Brigade,
The Pop Group,
Bobby Byrd,
Man Parrish,
Arcadia,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Tommy Roe,
Lou Reed,
The Motions,
Hoover,
Sparks,
Sarah Menescal,
Marmalade,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Marshall Jefferson,
Rod Modell,
The Last Poets,
Colin Newman,
Subhumans,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Eric B and Rakim,
Lebanon Hanover,
Junior Murvin,
Robert Görl,
Terrestrial Tones,
Ronnie Foster,
Soft Machine,
Ash Ra Tempel,
48th St. Collective,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Can,
DNA,
The Associates,
Echospace,
Deepchord,
June Days,
Fat Boys,
The Beau Brummels,
The Red Krayola,
Rhythm & Sound, Rhythm & Sound, Rhythm & Sound, Rhythm & Sound.
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.