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 Korea South and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 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 The J.B.'s to the dance kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Gabor Szabo. All the underground hits.
All The Victims tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Throbbing Gristle record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 synthesizer and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Mighty Diamonds record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fat Boys,
Alton Ellis,
Lungfish,
The Standells,
Masters at Work,
K-Klass,
The Skatalites,
R.M.O.,
Arab on Radar,
Fad Gadget,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Dirtbombs,
Tres Demented,
the Association,
The Fall,
PIL,
The Pretty Things,
LL Cool J,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Invisible,
Erasure,
Surgeon,
The United States of America,
B.T. Express,
Arcadia,
Lightning Bolt,
X-101,
New Order,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Drexciya,
Joe Smooth,
Rotary Connection,
The Raincoats,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Mantronix,
E-Dancer,
Black Pus,
Bootsy Collins,
The Shadows of Knight,
Kaleidoscope,
The Five Americans,
Subhumans,
Cheater Slicks,
Dorothy Ashby,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Deepchord,
Rod Modell,
Jacques Brel,
Nik Kershaw,
Mr. Review,
Mad Mike,
Outsiders,
Gang Starr,
The Black Dice,
the Human League,
Skaos,
Hardrive,
Gregory Isaacs,
Sarah Menescal,
Scion,
Ornette Coleman,
Sight & Sound, Sight & Sound, Sight & Sound, Sight & Sound.
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.