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 Gambia and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 snare 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 Modern Lovers to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Bootsy's Rubber Band. All the underground hits.
All Tropical Tobacco tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Youth Brigade record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a David McCallum record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Tremeloes,
Lee Hazlewood,
Newcleus,
Joey Negro,
Kas Product,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Smiths,
Anakelly,
Cecil Taylor,
The Modern Lovers,
Banda Bassotti,
Make Up,
Zero Boys,
Archie Shepp,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Fatback Band,
EPMD,
Second Layer,
Ponytail,
The American Breed,
Scott Walker,
Eve St. Jones,
Siglo XX,
Pierre Henry,
Man Parrish,
Joe Smooth,
Kerrie Biddell,
Monolake,
Bizarre Inc.,
Zapp,
Television,
New Order,
Quadrant,
Connie Case,
Jeff Lynne,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
B.T. Express,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Maurizio,
The Doors,
Unrelated Segments,
The Sound,
Amon Düül,
Heaven 17,
The United States of America,
Accadde A,
Buzzcocks,
Stereo Dub,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Wake,
Dead Boys,
Boogie Down Productions,
Judy Mowatt,
Brothers Johnson,
Chris & Cosey,
Sun City Girls,
Thee Headcoats,
T.S.O.L.,
JFA,
The Associates,
The Gun Club, The Gun Club, The Gun Club, The Gun Club.
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.