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 Vanuatu and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Lonnie Liston Smith to the electroclash 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 Gerry Rafferty. All the underground hits.
All Radio Birdman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Gladiators record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Cale record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Amazonics,
MDC,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Ronnie Foster,
Japan,
Peter and Kerry,
The Evens,
Joey Negro,
Cybotron,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Cameo,
The Zeros,
D'Angelo,
Y Pants,
Sex Pistols,
Darondo,
Soulsonic Force,
Kenny Larkin,
Roxette,
L. Decosne,
Simply Red,
Thee Headcoats,
Khruangbin,
The Cowsills,
Robert Hood,
Pagans,
Cecil Taylor,
E-Dancer,
Mad Mike,
Radiohead,
Essential Logic,
The Associates,
Lou Christie,
Moby Grape,
Kerri Chandler,
Talk Talk,
The Busters,
James White and The Blacks,
Frankie Knuckles,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Stooges,
DJ Sneak,
Rotary Connection,
Gregory Isaacs,
Sandy B,
The Cure,
Swell Maps,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Zero Boys,
Lakeside,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Motorama,
Bronski Beat,
Cheater Slicks,
Freddie Wadling,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Glenn Branca,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Dual Sessions,
Ten City,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Pretty Things,
Liaisons Dangereuses, Liaisons Dangereuses, Liaisons Dangereuses, Liaisons Dangereuses.
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.