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 Cuba and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 chamberlin 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 Carl Craig to the techno kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Dark Day. All the underground hits.
All The Red Krayola tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Schoolly D 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sunsets and Hearts record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Shoche,
New York Dolls,
LL Cool J,
Alphaville,
The Moleskins,
Radiopuhelimet,
Joe Smooth,
The Seeds,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Half Japanese,
Tubeway Army,
Nation of Ulysses,
Amon Düül,
The Slits,
Marmalade,
The Smoke,
Skarface,
The Music Machine,
The American Breed,
Josef K,
Trumans Water,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Fugs,
The Monochrome Set,
Jeru the Damaja,
the Sonics,
Peter and Kerry,
the Human League,
The Busters,
Big Daddy Kane,
Derrick Morgan,
Ronnie Foster,
EPMD,
Eden Ahbez,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Cymande,
Piero Umiliani,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Marvin Gaye,
Ultra Naté,
Soul Sonic Force,
Zero Boys,
Jandek,
Wolf Eyes,
The Five Americans,
The Velvet Underground,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Soft Cell,
Neu!,
Easy Going,
Mad Mike,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
U.S. Maple,
Fugazi,
Mars, Mars, Mars, Mars.
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.