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 Macedonia and from Columbus.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 The Gun Club to the rap 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 Interpol. All the underground hits.
All H. Thieme tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Remains record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gang of Four record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Birthday Party,
Make Up,
the Human League,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Isaac Hayes,
Los Fastidios,
Nick Fraelich,
Magazine,
The Kinks,
KRS-One,
Althea and Donna,
The Gladiators,
The Walker Brothers,
Johnny Clarke,
Yusef Lateef,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Bang On A Can,
Oblivians,
EPMD,
Warsaw,
Warren Ellis,
Audionom,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Moody Blues,
cv313,
The Smiths,
The Dirtbombs,
Todd Terry,
Mary Jane Girls,
Electric Prunes,
Au Pairs,
Marvin Gaye,
Liliput,
A Certain Ratio,
Nas,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Cybotron,
One Last Wish,
Slick Rick,
Delon & Dalcan,
Moebius,
Angry Samoans,
Porter Ricks,
Nils Olav,
Minny Pops,
Pet Shop Boys,
Sister Nancy,
the Germs,
Joy Division,
Jawbox,
Donny Hathaway,
Pussy Galore,
Davy DMX,
The Knickerbockers,
Duran Duran,
Piero Umiliani,
Rakim,
Lalo Schifrin,
Jeru the Damaja,
James White and The Blacks,
The Mojo Men,
The Real Kids,
Lonnie Liston Smith, Lonnie Liston Smith, Lonnie Liston Smith, Lonnie Liston Smith.
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.