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 Bangladesh and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Seoul.
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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Kool Moe Dee to the punk 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 Moebius. All the underground hits.
All Jeff Lynne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Albert Ayler 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Martian record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Kinks,
Warren Ellis,
Surgeon,
Minor Threat,
Iggy Pop,
Pagans,
Ohio Players,
Joy Division,
Wings,
Ornette Coleman,
Rakim,
Fugazi,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Maurizio,
Colin Newman,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Nirvana,
JFA,
Nico,
Joensuu 1685,
John Lydon,
Yaz,
Angry Samoans,
The Fall,
Half Japanese,
Thompson Twins,
Rotary Connection,
the Germs,
Delta 5,
Matthew Bourne,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Last Poets,
Wally Richardson,
Cybotron,
R.M.O.,
DJ Style,
Oneida,
Soul II Soul,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Whodini,
the Slits,
Lakeside,
Scott Walker,
Maleditus Sound,
Model 500,
The Monks,
In Retrospect,
Franke,
Harry Pussy,
Gichy Dan,
The Dirtbombs,
The Pop Group,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Nas,
Severed Heads,
Eden Ahbez,
Chris Corsano,
Quando Quango,
The Sound,
Sister Nancy,
Arab on Radar,
Jesper Dahlback, Jesper Dahlback, Jesper Dahlback, Jesper Dahlback.
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.