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 Micronesia and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Woodstock.
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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the 808 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 Howard Jones to the rap 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 Fifty Foot Hose. All the underground hits.
All Louis and Bebe Barron tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Intrusion record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Vladislav Delay record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fela Kuti,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Gang Green,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Blancmange,
Zero Boys,
New York Dolls,
Rakim,
Lalann,
Country Teasers,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Skatalites,
Hot Snakes,
The Monochrome Set,
Rosa Yemen,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Dawn Penn,
Audionom,
Ken Boothe,
Yazoo,
Bob Dylan,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
L. Decosne,
Crooked Eye,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Mojo Men,
Suburban Knight,
Pharoah Sanders,
Nirvana,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Dennis Brown,
Urselle,
The Angels of Light,
Magazine,
OOIOO,
Los Fastidios,
DJ Style,
E-Dancer,
Mary Jane Girls,
Roy Ayers,
Ohio Players,
Bauhaus,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Doobie Brothers,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Heaven 17,
Soft Machine,
Nick Fraelich,
Agitation Free,
Rufus Thomas,
John Foxx,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Reagan Youth,
The Sound,
Qualms,
Pulsallama,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Silicon Teens,
LL Cool J, LL Cool J, LL Cool J, LL Cool J.
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.