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 St Lucia and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 arpeggiator 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 Reuben Wilson to the punk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Letta Mbulu. All the underground hits.
All Interpol tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bad Manners record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 guitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Throbbing Gristle record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Slackers,
Adolescents,
Kaleidoscope,
Rites of Spring,
Maurizio,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Stockholm Monsters,
Shoche,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Stooges,
Joyce Sims,
The Remains,
The Sonics,
Pet Shop Boys,
Supertramp,
The Alarm Clocks,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Brick,
Harmonia,
World's Most,
Sexual Harrassment,
the Soft Cell,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Wasted Youth,
Todd Rundgren,
Newcleus,
The Fugs,
Josef K,
Girls At Our Best!,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Cheater Slicks,
The Gap Band,
The Fortunes,
Main Source,
DNA,
Rakim,
The Durutti Column,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Ultra Naté,
Big Daddy Kane,
Jesper Dahlback,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
A Certain Ratio,
Brand Nubian,
Eden Ahbez,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Mars,
Excepter,
Neu!,
Von Mondo,
The Five Americans,
The Blackbyrds,
Fluxion,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Juan Atkins,
Camberwell Now,
Tres Demented,
Derrick Morgan,
Marc Almond,
Oneida, Oneida, Oneida, Oneida.
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.