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 United Kingdom and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 organ 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 Jeff Mills to the rap 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 Gang Gang Dance. All the underground hits.
All Public Image Ltd. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pulsallama record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 an oboe and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sugar Minott record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Stetsasonic,
The Young Rascals,
Intrusion,
Groovy Waters,
Blake Baxter,
Agitation Free,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Lebanon Hanover,
Liliput,
Traffic Nightmare,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Easy Going,
Gichy Dan,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Crash Course in Science,
Jawbox,
Harmonia,
Derrick Morgan,
Bill Wells,
Alphaville,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Monks,
Cecil Taylor,
Underground Resistance,
Joyce Sims,
The Raincoats,
Severed Heads,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Pet Shop Boys,
Donald Byrd,
Kenny Larkin,
Swans,
Cluster,
Dawn Penn,
Organ,
T. Rex,
The Searchers,
Skriet,
Mr. Review,
Gong,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Schoolly D,
B.T. Express,
ABC,
Ossler,
Scientists,
The Divine Comedy,
Fugazi,
The Vogues,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Fuzztones,
Gerry Rafferty,
Loose Ends,
Sarah Menescal,
Pere Ubu,
Robert Hood,
Sonny Sharrock,
Amazonics,
Sun City Girls, Sun City Girls, Sun City Girls, Sun City Girls.
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.