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 Georgia and from Columbus.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
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 Monks to the grime kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 the Association. All the underground hits.
All Eden Ahbez tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Beasts of Bourbon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Funkadelic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Durutti Column,
Circle Jerks,
Soulsonic Force,
Pussy Galore,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Royal Trux,
Marvin Gaye,
48th St. Collective,
The Walker Brothers,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Rakim,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Steve Hackett,
Dead Boys,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Spoonie Gee,
Sonny Sharrock,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Second Layer,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Todd Terry,
Alice Coltrane,
Nation of Ulysses,
Bob Dylan,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Porter Ricks,
In Retrospect,
Arthur Verocai,
Thee Headcoats,
Suburban Knight,
Duran Duran,
Reuben Wilson,
The Modern Lovers,
The Searchers,
Mandrill,
Warren Ellis,
The Cramps,
X-101,
Audionom,
Byron Stingily,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Howard Jones,
Pylon,
the Germs,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Fire Engines,
The Gladiators,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Victims,
Amazonics,
Young Marble Giants,
Sun City Girls,
Lucky Dragons,
Faraquet,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Pharoah Sanders,
Interpol,
Massinfluence,
Motorama,
Lower 48,
B.T. Express,
The Alarm Clocks,
Sexual Harrassment,
Blancmange, Blancmange, Blancmange, Blancmange.
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.