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 Libya and from Halifax.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Gang Starr to the funk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Lindisfarne. All the underground hits.
All Angry Samoans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Patti Smith 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cybotron record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Television Personalities,
Monolake,
Neu!,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Beau Brummels,
The Remains,
Desert Stars,
The Flesh Eaters,
Sex Pistols,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Star Department,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Monks,
Dave Gahan,
Interpol,
Negative Approach,
Minutemen,
Drive Like Jehu,
Model 500,
The Motions,
Organ,
Bill Wells,
Barry Ungar,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Essential Logic,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Bizarre Inc.,
Traffic Nightmare,
Davy DMX,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Minnie Riperton,
Eric Dolphy,
Albert Ayler,
The Doors,
Sixth Finger,
The Cowsills,
Popol Vuh,
The Toasters,
New York Dolls,
Trumans Water,
Tom Boy,
Soul Sonic Force,
Nas,
Goldenarms,
Joyce Sims,
Flash Fearless,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Bobby Womack,
China Crisis,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Radio Birdman,
Camouflage,
Ossler,
U.S. Maple,
Dark Day,
Gang Starr,
Matthew Halsall,
Arcadia, Arcadia, Arcadia, Arcadia.
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.