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 Georgia and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Accra.
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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five to the techno 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 Soulsonic Force. All the underground hits.
All Quantec tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Sonics 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lou Reed record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
AZ,
Iggy Pop,
The Saints,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Todd Terry,
Robert Hood,
Simply Red,
Porter Ricks,
Television Personalities,
Patti Smith,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Television,
Jerry's Kids,
Easy Going,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Young Rascals,
Ituana,
Malaria!,
the Soft Cell,
KRS-One,
the Association,
Pantaleimon,
The Alarm Clocks,
Wolf Eyes,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Fela Kuti,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Jacques Brel,
The Fall,
Ronnie Foster,
Skarface,
Mo-Dettes,
Johnny Clarke,
Sandy B,
Pylon,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Durutti Column,
Make Up,
Sister Nancy,
Young Marble Giants,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Skriet,
Lucky Dragons,
Intrusion,
Stiv Bators,
Ornette Coleman,
The Divine Comedy,
Scratch Acid,
Main Source,
John Holt,
Scrapy,
Urselle,
D'Angelo,
Oblivians,
Von Mondo,
T.S.O.L.,
Desert Stars,
Tom Boy,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids, Richard Hell and the Voidoids, Richard Hell and the Voidoids, Richard Hell and the Voidoids.
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.