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 Bhutan and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia 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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Girls At Our Best! to the crunk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Last Poets. All the underground hits.
All The Neon Judgement tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Residents record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Throbbing Gristle record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scott Walker,
John Holt,
The Skatalites,
EPMD,
The Names,
Swans,
Terry Callier,
Wolf Eyes,
L. Decosne,
Rites of Spring,
Thompson Twins,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
the Slits,
The Golliwogs,
Bronski Beat,
Susan Cadogan,
The Blackbyrds,
The Selecter,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
June of 44,
The Leaves,
Sandy B,
Organ,
The Happenings,
The Index,
Laurel Aitken,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Chris Corsano,
Outsiders,
Marcia Griffiths,
Lebanon Hanover,
Johnny Clarke,
The Black Dice,
The Fugs,
Piero Umiliani,
Pagans,
Don Cherry,
The Beau Brummels,
Sparks,
Judy Mowatt,
Danielle Patucci,
Pulsallama,
48th St. Collective,
Crime,
Goldenarms,
Anakelly,
Gabor Szabo,
Skriet,
Pole,
Barrington Levy,
Basic Channel,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Arthur Verocai,
Stiv Bators,
Grauzone,
Amon Düül II,
Porter Ricks,
the Germs,
Ossler,
Eli Mardock, Eli Mardock, Eli Mardock, Eli Mardock.
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.