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 Libya and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 808 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 Archie Shepp to the techno 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 The Names. All the underground hits.
All The Sonics tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Loose Ends record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Gladiators record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Underground Resistance,
ABBA,
The Busters,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Man Parrish,
Faust,
Essential Logic,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Popol Vuh,
Can,
Lungfish,
The Birthday Party,
Bobby Sherman,
Shoche,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Symarip,
Sällskapet,
Rakim,
The Monks,
Sonny Sharrock,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Yellowson,
T. Rex,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Dennis Brown,
The Standells,
Donald Byrd,
Blossom Toes,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
48th St. Collective,
Nico,
Pere Ubu,
The Associates,
Eli Mardock,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Iggy Pop,
The Velvet Underground,
DJ Sneak,
Groovy Waters,
Althea and Donna,
F. McDonald,
Index,
OOIOO,
Make Up,
Spandau Ballet,
Quando Quango,
Eden Ahbez,
Con Funk Shun,
Gil Scott Heron,
Marc Almond,
Bobby Womack,
Wally Richardson,
Nas,
X-101,
Scott Walker,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Dual Sessions,
Glambeats Corp.,
Morten Harket,
Kerri Chandler,
Dead Boys, Dead Boys, Dead Boys, Dead Boys.
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.