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 Turkmenistan and from Mexico City.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 güiro 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 Scrapy to the techno kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Lou Reed & Metallica. All the underground hits.
All OOIOO tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Groovy Waters record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sonny Sharrock,
Oblivians,
Wings,
New Age Steppers,
Radio Birdman,
Lalo Schifrin,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Amon Düül,
The Slits,
The Monks,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Raincoats,
Youth Brigade,
Tom Boy,
The Saints,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Niagra,
Joensuu 1685,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Happenings,
The Fall,
Clear Light,
The J.B.'s,
Joy Division,
H. Thieme,
Lower 48,
John Cale,
Section 25,
Joyce Sims,
The Moleskins,
Neil Young,
Tears for Fears,
Kayak,
Quando Quango,
Jimmy McGriff,
Sex Pistols,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Josef K,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Country Teasers,
The Seeds,
Bobby Womack,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Aaron Thompson,
Icehouse,
John Coltrane,
Johnny Osbourne,
Negative Approach,
Steve Hackett,
The Fugs,
Soulsonic Force,
X-Ray Spex,
The Residents,
The Grass Roots,
Half Japanese,
cv313,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Wake,
Roxette,
Scan 7,
Nik Kershaw, Nik Kershaw, Nik Kershaw, Nik Kershaw.
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.