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 Nepal and from Winnipeg.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the organ 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 Al Stewart to the electroclash kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Darondo. All the underground hits.
All Connie Case tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Flag record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Danielle Patucci 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?
Alison Limerick,
Silicon Teens,
Surgeon,
The Gories,
H. Thieme,
Radio Birdman,
Crispy Ambulance,
Ultra Naté,
Carl Craig,
Model 500,
Cymande,
Lyres,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
X-Ray Spex,
T.S.O.L.,
10cc,
The Knickerbockers,
Lindisfarne,
Los Fastidios,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Mary Jane Girls,
Subhumans,
Soulsonic Force,
Amazonics,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Scrapy,
Marine Girls,
Gang of Four,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Joy Division,
The Invisible,
Junior Murvin,
These Immortal Souls,
Grey Daturas,
The Residents,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Radiohead,
Judy Mowatt,
Depeche Mode,
Amon Düül,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Leaves,
The Slits,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
D'Angelo,
Gang Gang Dance,
Organ,
The United States of America,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Massinfluence,
Little Man,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Negative Approach,
The Cowsills,
Rekid,
Todd Terry,
Television,
Absolute Body Control,
The Slackers,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Altered Images,
Kaleidoscope,
The Vogues, The Vogues, The Vogues, The Vogues.
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.