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 Algeria and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 theremin 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 Slackers to the techno 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 Fania All-Stars. All the underground hits.
All Soulsonic Force tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Doors 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a PIL record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kool Moe Dee,
Eric Dolphy,
Darondo,
Robert Görl,
Faraquet,
Radiohead,
Eric B and Rakim,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Henry Cow,
The Litter,
Eric Copeland,
The Shadows of Knight,
John Cale,
Television,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Pole,
the Sonics,
Motorama,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Jandek,
Aaron Thompson,
Don Cherry,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
the Human League,
Niagra,
The Toasters,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Amazonics,
The United States of America,
Ronan,
Robert Hood,
Qualms,
Infiniti,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Dead Boys,
Chrome,
Royal Trux,
EPMD,
Lyres,
The Dirtbombs,
Trumans Water,
Anthony Braxton,
Avey Tare,
Morten Harket,
Jawbox,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Count Five,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Dave Clark Five,
Model 500,
Inner City,
Max Romeo,
Marvin Gaye,
Lebanon Hanover,
Bluetip,
Dual Sessions,
Kenny Larkin,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Popol Vuh,
Sun City Girls,
China Crisis,
Joyce Sims,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Roxy Music, Roxy Music, Roxy Music, Roxy Music.
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.