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 China and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Blossom Toes to the dance kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Wasted Youth. All the underground hits.
All DNA tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lyres 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Japan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Erasure,
David Axelrod,
Dead Boys,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Sugar Minott,
Cheater Slicks,
Black Flag,
Ice-T,
Rufus Thomas,
Kerrie Biddell,
Crash Course in Science,
Kurtis Blow,
Pantaleimon,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Cure,
Heaven 17,
Sarah Menescal,
Pylon,
Nick Fraelich,
Thee Headcoats,
Brothers Johnson,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Hashim,
The Modern Lovers,
Sight & Sound,
Bronski Beat,
Eurythmics,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Peter and Kerry,
John Lydon,
The Monochrome Set,
the Swans,
Fad Gadget,
Royal Trux,
Faraquet,
Harry Pussy,
Mo-Dettes,
Warsaw,
Junior Murvin,
Mission of Burma,
Throbbing Gristle,
Flamin' Groovies,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Symarip,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Cymande,
Essential Logic,
Aaron Thompson,
Morten Harket,
Duran Duran,
Crispy Ambulance,
Sandy B,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Accadde A,
Ornette Coleman,
ABBA,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Alarm Clocks,
Big Daddy Kane,
Amon Düül,
The Gun Club,
Iggy Pop,
Harpers Bizarre, Harpers Bizarre, Harpers Bizarre, Harpers Bizarre.
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.