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 Indonesia and from Delhi.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Newcleus to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Beau Brummels. All the underground hits.
All Robert Hood tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bang On A Can record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 guitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wasted Youth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Motorama,
Wings,
Livin' Joy,
Thompson Twins,
DJ Sneak,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Jeff Mills,
One Last Wish,
Stiv Bators,
Siglo XX,
In Retrospect,
The Slits,
Eli Mardock,
Gang Green,
The Modern Lovers,
The Cramps,
Derrick May,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Lower 48,
Johnny Clarke,
The Trojans,
Subhumans,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Pop Group,
The Buckinghams,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Boredoms,
Visage,
Ice-T,
Fela Kuti,
Angry Samoans,
Gang Starr,
Barbara Tucker,
Rosa Yemen,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The American Breed,
D'Angelo,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Janne Schatter,
The Velvet Underground,
Slave,
Idris Muhammad,
Hashim,
The Durutti Column,
Matthew Halsall,
Terry Callier,
Barry Ungar,
DNA,
Average White Band,
Metal Thangz,
Sexual Harrassment,
Dead Boys,
Isaac Hayes,
Jeff Lynne,
Con Funk Shun,
The Count Five,
Andrew Hill,
the Bar-Kays,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Godley & Creme,
Quando Quango,
Eric Copeland, Eric Copeland, Eric Copeland, Eric Copeland.
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.