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 Barbados and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia 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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 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 Ornette Coleman to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Drive Like Jehu. All the underground hits.
All Grauzone tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Searchers 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Stetsasonic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Flash Fearless,
The Index,
Main Source,
Ituana,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Ornette Coleman,
Delon & Dalcan,
Joe Finger,
Leonard Cohen,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Traffic Nightmare,
Erykah Badu,
Suicide,
Bobby Womack,
Henry Cow,
Procol Harum,
the Germs,
The Names,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Easy Going,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Mantronix,
Jandek,
Lucky Dragons,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Y Pants,
Roxy Music,
Iggy Pop,
Yellowson,
Radio Birdman,
UT,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Carl Craig,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Derrick Morgan,
The J.B.'s,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Detroit Cobras,
Depeche Mode,
Jacques Brel,
Index,
Marmalade,
Chris Corsano,
Gastr Del Sol,
Surgeon,
cv313,
Bad Manners,
The Seeds,
Barry Ungar,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Black Dice,
the Soft Cell,
Hot Snakes,
Davy DMX,
Moby Grape,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Barrington Levy,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Skriet,
Rotary Connection, Rotary Connection, Rotary Connection, Rotary Connection.
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.