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 Burundi and from New York.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 LL Cool J to the jazz 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 The Durutti Column. All the underground hits.
All Hoover tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Dave Clark Five record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 spring reverb and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Visage record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jerry Gold Smith,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Country Teasers,
Rosa Yemen,
JFA,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
a-ha,
Jeru the Damaja,
Drive Like Jehu,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Hasil Adkins,
The Index,
The Fuzztones,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Yazoo,
Goldenarms,
Kenny Larkin,
Q65,
Letta Mbulu,
Ronan,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
D'Angelo,
Circle Jerks,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Gladiators,
Glenn Branca,
Gerry Rafferty,
Maleditus Sound,
Vainqueur,
Basic Channel,
Mission of Burma,
Malaria!,
Johnny Clarke,
Minny Pops,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Lower 48,
Interpol,
Model 500,
Ultimate Spinach,
L. Decosne,
Sonny Sharrock,
Isaac Hayes,
Michelle Simonal,
Young Marble Giants,
David McCallum,
Simply Red,
Trumans Water,
Groovy Waters,
X-101,
Duran Duran,
Blancmange,
Kool Moe Dee,
Barry Ungar,
Johnny Osbourne,
Pharoah Sanders,
Faust,
The Divine Comedy,
The Cramps,
Monks,
Massinfluence,
Depeche Mode,
Camberwell Now,
Ossler, Ossler, Ossler, Ossler.
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.