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 Brunei and from Woodstock.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Mantronix to the dance kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Matthew Halsall. All the underground hits.
All Justin Hinds & The Dominoes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Moby Grape record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jawbox record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marcia Griffiths,
Theoretical Girls,
Agitation Free,
Delta 5,
Brand Nubian,
Zero Boys,
Gang Starr,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Technova,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Durutti Column,
Barbara Tucker,
Q65,
Maleditus Sound,
Urselle,
Rekid,
Matthew Halsall,
The Offenders,
The Martian,
Tres Demented,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Marc Almond,
Roxy Music,
Suicide,
Frankie Knuckles,
Trumans Water,
Todd Rundgren,
John Holt,
Lou Reed,
The Modern Lovers,
Grauzone,
Sarah Menescal,
Marshall Jefferson,
Aaron Thompson,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Sexual Harrassment,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Swans,
Spoonie Gee,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Monks,
The Gladiators,
Scion,
A Certain Ratio,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Brass Construction,
Letta Mbulu,
Mission of Burma,
Von Mondo,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Black Moon,
JFA,
Sight & Sound,
The Litter,
D'Angelo,
Man Eating Sloth,
Ronnie Foster,
Scientists,
The Shadows of Knight,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
U.S. Maple,
Fat Boys,
Avey Tare, Avey Tare, Avey Tare, Avey Tare.
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.