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 Nigeria and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 mellotron 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 Oblivians to the electroclash 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 The Last Poets. All the underground hits.
All Bobby Womack tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jacques Brel record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fort Wilson Riot record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Saints,
Iggy Pop,
Lou Reed,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
the Slits,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Shadows of Knight,
Jeru the Damaja,
Jeff Mills,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The J.B.'s,
The Pretty Things,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Gang Starr,
China Crisis,
The Moleskins,
The Searchers,
Jesper Dahlback,
Derrick May,
Aloha Tigers,
Black Pus,
Sun City Girls,
Flash Fearless,
Michelle Simonal,
Rakim,
Black Sheep,
Sonic Youth,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Fad Gadget,
the Bar-Kays,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Au Pairs,
Shuggie Otis,
8 Eyed Spy,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Bobby Sherman,
the Soft Cell,
The Cowsills,
Slick Rick,
Bobby Byrd,
Television,
48th St. Collective,
Ossler,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Invisible,
The Last Poets,
The Neon Judgement,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Malaria!,
Bobby Womack,
T. Rex,
The Slackers,
Funky Four + One,
Lucky Dragons,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Davy DMX,
Howard Jones,
Lee Hazlewood, Lee Hazlewood, Lee Hazlewood, Lee Hazlewood.
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.