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 Bolivia and from Delhi.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the güiro 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 Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane to the disco 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 Bronski Beat. All the underground hits.
All Lakeside tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Last Poets record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Prince Buster record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lou Reed,
Nation of Ulysses,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Mars,
Derrick May,
Fad Gadget,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The New Christs,
The Beau Brummels,
Pet Shop Boys,
Donny Hathaway,
Negative Approach,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Eric Copeland,
Todd Rundgren,
Lyres,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Delon & Dalcan,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Busters,
Motorama,
The Index,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Warren Ellis,
Radiohead,
The Martian,
Kayak,
Sex Pistols,
Nils Olav,
Sexual Harrassment,
Suicide,
Fatback Band,
Harry Pussy,
China Crisis,
Crime,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Franke,
Fela Kuti,
Bauhaus,
The Detroit Cobras,
Al Stewart,
The Cure,
Judy Mowatt,
The Real Kids,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Soul Sonic Force,
Glenn Branca,
Newcleus,
Jawbox,
Joyce Sims,
Sight & Sound,
The Dave Clark Five,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Infiniti,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Main Source,
Talk Talk,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Black Bananas,
Flash Fearless,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Arthur Verocai, Arthur Verocai, Arthur Verocai, Arthur Verocai.
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.