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 Greece and from Tehran.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Kango’s Stein Massive to the crunk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 EPMD. All the underground hits.
All Pussy Galore tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Gun Club record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Red Lorry Yellow Lorry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Duran Duran,
Amazonics,
Main Source,
The Real Kids,
Symarip,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Wally Richardson,
Gang of Four,
The Martian,
The Gories,
Stockholm Monsters,
Connie Case,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Soft Cell,
Crooked Eye,
Danielle Patucci,
Slave,
The Cowsills,
Yellowson,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Black Flag,
Eric B and Rakim,
Big Daddy Kane,
Flamin' Groovies,
Sällskapet,
John Holt,
H. Thieme,
Excepter,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
the Sonics,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Max Romeo,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
David Bowie,
Y Pants,
The Count Five,
CMW,
L. Decosne,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Flash Fearless,
Ohio Players,
Blossom Toes,
Intrusion,
Robert Wyatt,
The Cure,
James White and The Blacks,
Fatback Band,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
KRS-One,
The Dirtbombs,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Monks,
Alice Coltrane,
T.S.O.L.,
Pylon,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Saints,
Oneida,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Black Dice,
Erykah Badu,
the Bar-Kays,
Stereo Dub,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Young Rascals, The Young Rascals, The Young Rascals, The Young Rascals.
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.