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 India and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 organ 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 Heaven 17 to the rap 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 Doors. All the underground hits.
All Television tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fear record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 linndrum and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kerrie Biddell record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Drexciya,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Fugs,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Country Teasers,
Amazonics,
Gang Starr,
Soft Machine,
Shoche,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Theoretical Girls,
Roy Ayers,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Gun Club,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Sound Behaviour,
Marine Girls,
Marmalade,
The Dirtbombs,
X-102,
Fat Boys,
Graham Central Station,
Roger Hodgson,
Scion,
the Swans,
Deadbeat,
The Names,
Underground Resistance,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
EPMD,
Trumans Water,
Blossom Toes,
The Shadows of Knight,
Marshall Jefferson,
Wasted Youth,
The Last Poets,
Lucky Dragons,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
FM Einheit,
Andrew Hill,
Glambeats Corp.,
Anakelly,
Skaos,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Toni Rubio,
10cc,
John Foxx,
Metal Thangz,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Remains,
The Skatalites,
Q and Not U,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
the Slits,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Black Moon,
Babytalk,
The Mummies, The Mummies, The Mummies, The Mummies.
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.