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 Israel and from Winnipeg.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the guitar 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 Lou Reed & Metallica to the techno kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Judy Mowatt. All the underground hits.
All L. Decosne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bill Near record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Moody Blues record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
DJ Style,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Fad Gadget,
Man Eating Sloth,
Gastr Del Sol,
Traffic Nightmare,
Ossler,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Outsiders,
The Selecter,
James White and The Blacks,
Tears for Fears,
Malaria!,
Underground Resistance,
The Last Poets,
The New Christs,
Eurythmics,
Rod Modell,
Hashim,
Wasted Youth,
The Golliwogs,
The Red Krayola,
Cluster,
Black Bananas,
Ice-T,
Amon Düül II,
Warsaw,
The Birthday Party,
OOIOO,
Mantronix,
the Sonics,
Bootsy Collins,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Drexciya,
Brothers Johnson,
Letta Mbulu,
The Smoke,
Quadrant,
Half Japanese,
New York Dolls,
The Detroit Cobras,
Jesper Dahlback,
New Age Steppers,
Grey Daturas,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Dual Sessions,
The Leaves,
cv313,
A Certain Ratio,
Reagan Youth,
Panda Bear,
Can,
Spandau Ballet,
The Martian,
Joensuu 1685,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Standells,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Ultravox,
The Saints,
Sun Ra Arkestra, Sun Ra Arkestra, Sun Ra Arkestra, Sun Ra Arkestra.
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.