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 Bolivia and from Woodstock.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the 808 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 Interpol to the disco kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra. All the underground hits.
All Pussy Galore tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fugazi record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Swell Maps record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ornette Coleman,
Sound Behaviour,
Graham Central Station,
LL Cool J,
Eric B and Rakim,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Knickerbockers,
Harmonia,
Excepter,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Monks,
Terry Callier,
Ponytail,
Stiv Bators,
Brass Construction,
Albert Ayler,
Skarface,
Charles Mingus,
Ohio Players,
Schoolly D,
Hardrive,
Blake Baxter,
Qualms,
The Red Krayola,
Gastr Del Sol,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Lower 48,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Joy Division,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Velvet Underground,
Chris Corsano,
Drexciya,
Underground Resistance,
Second Layer,
Derrick Morgan,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
the Human League,
Sight & Sound,
The Invisible,
Duran Duran,
Accadde A,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Stooges,
Jacques Brel,
Althea and Donna,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Dave Clark Five,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Litter,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Stereo Dub,
The United States of America,
Frankie Knuckles,
Youth Brigade,
Model 500,
DJ Sneak,
Maurizio,
Spandau Ballet, Spandau Ballet, Spandau Ballet, Spandau Ballet.
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.