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 Latvia and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 theremin 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 Ash Ra Tempel to the funk 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 The Dirtbombs. All the underground hits.
All Eric B and Rakim tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Mojo Men record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lou Reed & Metallica record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rufus Thomas,
The Smoke,
Groovy Waters,
Aswad,
Tres Demented,
The Leaves,
Pierre Henry,
Sex Pistols,
Connie Case,
Roxy Music,
Simply Red,
Parry Music,
Soul Sonic Force,
X-101,
Television,
Pere Ubu,
Pulsallama,
Fluxion,
Mars,
Gong,
Morten Harket,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Blancmange,
Zero Boys,
John Holt,
Can,
Lalann,
Johnny Osbourne,
Essential Logic,
The Divine Comedy,
Brothers Johnson,
The Monochrome Set,
Barrington Levy,
The Velvet Underground,
Rekid,
Kas Product,
The Star Department,
The Kinks,
Joe Finger,
New Age Steppers,
Man Parrish,
a-ha,
The Misunderstood,
Nils Olav,
One Last Wish,
Banda Bassotti,
Soulsonic Force,
Delon & Dalcan,
June Days,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Isaac Hayes,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Gap Band,
X-Ray Spex,
Chris & Cosey,
Rapeman,
Public Image Ltd.,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Idris Muhammad,
Country Teasers,
John Coltrane,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Glambeats Corp., Glambeats Corp., Glambeats Corp., Glambeats Corp..
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.