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 States and from Seoul.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Ice-T to the rock 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 Bootsy's Rubber Band. All the underground hits.
All Guru Guru tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every DeepChord presents Echospace record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Boogie Down Productions,
Jerry Gold Smith,
KRS-One,
Grandmaster Flash,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Girls At Our Best!,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
F. McDonald,
MC5,
Ultravox,
Tommy Roe,
Joyce Sims,
Absolute Body Control,
Crispy Ambulance,
Marc Almond,
Country Teasers,
Suicide,
Rhythm & Sound,
Gang Gang Dance,
Kurtis Blow,
The Tremeloes,
Soft Machine,
Babytalk,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Brick,
Barclay James Harvest,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
ABC,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Essential Logic,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Joensuu 1685,
Michelle Simonal,
Sister Nancy,
Camouflage,
The Smiths,
The Residents,
Robert Wyatt,
Clear Light,
Spandau Ballet,
U.S. Maple,
The Associates,
Moby Grape,
Arthur Verocai,
Eddi Front,
Kaleidoscope,
Swans,
Jeff Lynne,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Electric Light Orchestra,
L. Decosne,
Yellowson,
Grauzone,
Underground Resistance,
Reuben Wilson,
a-ha,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Leaves,
Ten City,
Ultimate Spinach, Ultimate Spinach, Ultimate Spinach, Ultimate Spinach.
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.