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 Thailand and from Manchester.
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 Lagos and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Agent Orange to the techno kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Fortunes. All the underground hits.
All The Slackers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Moon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nation of Ulysses record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pylon,
Flipper,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Soul II Soul,
The Remains,
Shuggie Otis,
Ohio Players,
Marc Almond,
Sight & Sound,
Gichy Dan,
The Modern Lovers,
Matthew Bourne,
The Knickerbockers,
The Wake,
Aural Exciters,
Technova,
Gil Scott Heron,
Soft Machine,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Eden Ahbez,
The Cowsills,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Arcadia,
Drexciya,
Black Moon,
Magazine,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Chrome,
Althea and Donna,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Smoke,
Throbbing Gristle,
Shoche,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Charles Mingus,
Dead Boys,
The Raincoats,
Mad Mike,
Ralphi Rosario,
Yaz,
Frankie Knuckles,
Janne Schatter,
Sexual Harrassment,
Guru Guru,
The Dirtbombs,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Hardrive,
Skaos,
Arthur Verocai,
Gregory Isaacs,
Junior Murvin,
Quando Quango,
Intrusion,
Ludus,
Ice-T,
Eric B and Rakim, Eric B and Rakim, Eric B and Rakim, Eric B and Rakim.
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.