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 Tonga and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle 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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Shanghai.
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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the oboe 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 New York Dolls to the grime kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Babytalk. All the underground hits.
All cv313 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pet Shop Boys 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sonic Youth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hashim,
Gong,
Youth Brigade,
the Human League,
Funky Four + One,
Schoolly D,
Robert Hood,
Fatback Band,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Slackers,
The Fugs,
the Slits,
Gang of Four,
Peter and Kerry,
Bobbi Humphrey,
AZ,
These Immortal Souls,
The Gories,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Bill Near,
The Techniques,
The Modern Lovers,
The Fall,
Rapeman,
Rites of Spring,
Bizarre Inc.,
Hasil Adkins,
Buzzcocks,
Black Moon,
Tom Boy,
Sonny Sharrock,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Warsaw,
Khruangbin,
Public Image Ltd.,
Pierre Henry,
Brick,
Scan 7,
Fad Gadget,
Loose Ends,
Jerry's Kids,
Jesper Dahlback,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Dave Gahan,
Josef K,
Mark Hollis,
Bootsy Collins,
The Motions,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Dorothy Ashby,
Ice-T,
CMW,
New Order,
Thompson Twins,
Massinfluence,
Audionom,
Boogie Down Productions,
Bad Manners,
Joy Division,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Wolf Eyes,
Kerrie Biddell,
Gastr Del Sol,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron, Terror Squad Feat. Camron, Terror Squad Feat. Camron, Terror Squad Feat. Camron.
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.