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 Lithuania and from Tehran.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the sitar 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 Pantytec 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 Main Source. All the underground hits.
All the Sonics tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Piero Umiliani record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 guitar and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sugar Minott record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
E-Dancer,
Hasil Adkins,
Scientists,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Scrapy,
Moby Grape,
The Doobie Brothers,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Schoolly D,
X-102,
Rakim,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Nirvana,
cv313,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Model 500,
Ultravox,
Oneida,
New York Dolls,
World's Most,
A Certain Ratio,
Con Funk Shun,
Delon & Dalcan,
Eddi Front,
Maleditus Sound,
Bang On A Can,
The Names,
Neil Young,
Wings,
Bauhaus,
Agitation Free,
Faraquet,
Tom Boy,
Janne Schatter,
Joe Finger,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Skatalites,
The United States of America,
Rapeman,
Unrelated Segments,
Idris Muhammad,
EPMD,
Rufus Thomas,
The Slits,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Throbbing Gristle,
Fear,
Metal Thangz,
Theoretical Girls,
Lalann,
KRS-One,
Tres Demented,
Flipper,
The Standells,
Blossom Toes,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Mission of Burma,
Ice-T,
John Lydon, John Lydon, John Lydon, John Lydon.
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.