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 Belgium and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 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 New York Dolls to the rap kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Sandy B. All the underground hits.
All Roy Ayers 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 techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Offenders record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
JFA,
Mary Jane Girls,
Quadrant,
D'Angelo,
Porter Ricks,
Tres Demented,
Robert Wyatt,
Fat Boys,
Laurel Aitken,
Stiv Bators,
Crash Course in Science,
Parry Music,
Joensuu 1685,
MDC,
The Birthday Party,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Rhythm & Sound,
Lou Christie,
The Fugs,
Tommy Roe,
The Beau Brummels,
Oneida,
Barrington Levy,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Franke,
The Mummies,
Motorama,
The Neon Judgement,
Scientists,
Black Moon,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Marc Almond,
Hot Snakes,
Aswad,
Skaos,
Monks,
Accadde A,
New York Dolls,
Andrew Hill,
Gastr Del Sol,
Eric B and Rakim,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Lebanon Hanover,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Skatalites,
Roy Ayers,
Slick Rick,
Colin Newman,
Wally Richardson,
The Modern Lovers,
The Divine Comedy,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Marine Girls,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Wire,
Mark Hollis,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Dawn Penn,
Black Flag,
Rakim,
Newcleus,
The Fire Engines, The Fire Engines, The Fire Engines, The Fire Engines.
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.