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 Egypt and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Calgary.
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 guitar 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 Mary Jane Girls to the rock kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog. All the underground hits.
All L. Decosne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Soft Cell 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wally Richardson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Mantronix,
Bobby Byrd,
Man Eating Sloth,
Althea and Donna,
Surgeon,
Bluetip,
Fugazi,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Stiv Bators,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Ralphi Rosario,
Donny Hathaway,
Sam Rivers,
Whodini,
UT,
Faraquet,
Deakin,
Alison Limerick,
Metal Thangz,
Tomorrow,
U.S. Maple,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Dirtbombs,
Bill Wells,
Terrestrial Tones,
Amazonics,
Andrew Hill,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Fire Engines,
Eddi Front,
Minutemen,
Morten Harket,
Newcleus,
Gerry Rafferty,
Brand Nubian,
Cabaret Voltaire,
the Soft Cell,
Chris Corsano,
Steve Hackett,
Mission of Burma,
Masters at Work,
The Vogues,
Freddie Wadling,
Jeru the Damaja,
Pierre Henry,
The Black Dice,
Lyres,
DJ Sneak,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Boz Scaggs,
Boogie Down Productions,
Mr. Review,
the Swans,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Nik Kershaw,
Godley & Creme,
Kayak,
Popol Vuh,
Kerri Chandler,
Second Layer,
Stetsasonic,
Von Mondo, Von Mondo, Von Mondo, Von Mondo.
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.