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 Ivory Coast and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 chamberlin 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 Larry & the Blue Notes to the funk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Peter & Gordon. All the underground hits.
All Los Fastidios tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Deadbeat record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Dead C record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Todd Terry,
Hashim,
Silicon Teens,
Alison Limerick,
the Human League,
Lakeside,
Half Japanese,
Massinfluence,
OOIOO,
Todd Rundgren,
Brothers Johnson,
One Last Wish,
JFA,
Crispian St. Peters,
Grey Daturas,
Tears for Fears,
Franke,
Pulsallama,
ABBA,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Buckinghams,
Reuben Wilson,
Girls At Our Best!,
Skaos,
Minutemen,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Eve St. Jones,
Piero Umiliani,
the Soft Cell,
Maleditus Sound,
Brass Construction,
Laurel Aitken,
Radiohead,
Marmalade,
Jawbox,
Fluxion,
Mars,
Nico,
Parry Music,
Amon Düül,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Newcleus,
The Selecter,
PIL,
Buzzcocks,
Unrelated Segments,
Pantaleimon,
Brick,
John Coltrane,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Donny Hathaway,
Soulsonic Force,
Flipper,
Drexciya,
K-Klass,
Young Marble Giants,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Mandrill,
Mr. Review,
Man Parrish,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Kurtis Blow,
Agent Orange,
Leonard Cohen, Leonard Cohen, Leonard Cohen, Leonard Cohen.
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.