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 Antigua and from Spokane.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Royal Family And The Poor to the rock 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 Crooked Eye. All the underground hits.
All Freddie Wadling tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marc Almond record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gang of Four record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
48th St. Collective,
Suicide,
Johnny Clarke,
Alison Limerick,
AZ,
Ituana,
Interpol,
The Remains,
The Neon Judgement,
The Human League,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Erykah Badu,
The Mummies,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Tremeloes,
Maurizio,
Pantaleimon,
Matthew Bourne,
Scientists,
The Star Department,
Sugar Minott,
Joey Negro,
The Moody Blues,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Doors,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
James Chance & The Contortions,
DJ Style,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Joy Division,
Radiopuhelimet,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Slick Rick,
Fela Kuti,
Camouflage,
Joyce Sims,
The Pretty Things,
Prince Buster,
The Sonics,
Rekid,
Intrusion,
Tom Boy,
Flipper,
The Angels of Light,
Tears for Fears,
Monks,
Agent Orange,
Connie Case,
the Fania All-Stars,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Magazine,
Don Cherry,
Circle Jerks,
Warsaw,
Tommy Roe,
The Modern Lovers,
Barrington Levy,
Grandmaster Flash,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Godley & Creme,
Dark Day,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Groovy Waters, Groovy Waters, Groovy Waters, Groovy Waters.
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.