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 Korea North and from Spokane.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Lille.
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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Fifty Foot Hose to the dance 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 The Sisters of Mercy. All the underground hits.
All Camouflage tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Toni Rubio 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mandrill,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Glenn Branca,
The Motions,
Au Pairs,
Man Parrish,
Shoche,
Sun Ra,
The Monks,
Public Enemy,
Kool Moe Dee,
Deepchord,
Joey Negro,
The Knickerbockers,
Ten City,
Todd Terry,
Gang Starr,
Graham Central Station,
Lightning Bolt,
Radiopuhelimet,
Joe Finger,
Dave Gahan,
Stockholm Monsters,
Khruangbin,
Trumans Water,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Yaz,
Interpol,
Scientists,
Colin Newman,
Fugazi,
Roy Ayers,
Circle Jerks,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Panda Bear,
Arcadia,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Jeff Lynne,
Tommy Roe,
Massinfluence,
Susan Cadogan,
Kenny Larkin,
Wally Richardson,
Don Cherry,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Kinks,
Derrick May,
Rakim,
The Neon Judgement,
Sandy B,
Symarip,
Robert Wyatt,
Bauhaus,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Dawn Penn,
Suicide,
Drive Like Jehu,
New Age Steppers,
Spandau Ballet,
LL Cool J,
Swans,
David McCallum,
The Skatalites,
Faraquet,
Icehouse, Icehouse, Icehouse, Icehouse.
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.