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 Dominican Republic and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 rhodes 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 Andrew Hill to the punk 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 MC5. All the underground hits.
All Sun City Girls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Colin Newman 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Chocolate Watch Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Japan,
Circle Jerks,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Blues Magoos,
The Buckinghams,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Carl Craig,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Minnie Riperton,
John Cale,
Yazoo,
Henry Cow,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Mojo Men,
Lindisfarne,
Franke,
Bronski Beat,
Fad Gadget,
Newcleus,
Gang of Four,
H. Thieme,
Robert Görl,
Vainqueur,
Darondo,
Guru Guru,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Gabor Szabo,
World's Most,
Procol Harum,
Johnny Clarke,
The Modern Lovers,
David Axelrod,
Masters at Work,
The Beau Brummels,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
These Immortal Souls,
The Remains,
The Slackers,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Aloha Tigers,
The Martian,
The Flesh Eaters,
Desert Stars,
Banda Bassotti,
Charles Mingus,
Morten Harket,
The Gories,
Shuggie Otis,
The Barracudas,
The Index,
Laurel Aitken,
Peter and Kerry,
June of 44,
Roxy Music,
Big Daddy Kane,
Sixth Finger,
Can,
Judy Mowatt,
Faust,
Saccharine Trust,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry, Red Lorry Yellow Lorry, Red Lorry Yellow Lorry, Red Lorry Yellow Lorry.
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.