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 Netherlands and from Accra.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Curtis Mayfield to the grime 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 Kool Moe Dee. All the underground hits.
All The Red Krayola tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every X-Ray Spex record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gong record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Busters,
Radiopuhelimet,
Bobby Sherman,
10cc,
the Fania All-Stars,
Lightning Bolt,
Absolute Body Control,
Bad Manners,
Popol Vuh,
Susan Cadogan,
Delta 5,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Sun City Girls,
Joensuu 1685,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Amazonics,
Warren Ellis,
Eve St. Jones,
Con Funk Shun,
The Pop Group,
Heaven 17,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Livin' Joy,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Clear Light,
Matthew Bourne,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
AZ,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Slackers,
This Heat,
Dennis Brown,
Tommy Roe,
Audionom,
The Young Rascals,
Franke,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Dawn Penn,
David Bowie,
Rapeman,
The Leaves,
Alton Ellis,
Letta Mbulu,
KRS-One,
Crispy Ambulance,
Danielle Patucci,
Bizarre Inc.,
Ituana,
H. Thieme,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Animal Collective,
Sonic Youth,
Derrick Morgan,
Patti Smith,
Cybotron,
Barbara Tucker,
Stiv Bators,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Theoretical Girls,
Thee Headcoats,
Accadde A,
Black Moon, Black Moon, Black Moon, Black Moon.
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.