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 Morocco and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 harpsichord 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 Japan to the dance 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 Brick. All the underground hits.
All The Index tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Royal Family And The Poor record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a EPMD record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
MDC,
Faraquet,
Eden Ahbez,
Hoover,
The Last Poets,
The Modern Lovers,
Dual Sessions,
In Retrospect,
Donald Byrd,
Chris & Cosey,
the Human League,
Black Bananas,
Maurizio,
Pere Ubu,
Robert Hood,
The Cosmic Jokers,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Freddie Wadling,
Sonny Sharrock,
Derrick May,
The Happenings,
The Velvet Underground,
Bobby Byrd,
Marcia Griffiths,
Gerry Rafferty,
Spandau Ballet,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Knickerbockers,
Fela Kuti,
LL Cool J,
Schoolly D,
Slick Rick,
Ornette Coleman,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Moleskins,
Boredoms,
Yaz,
Bobby Womack,
The Zeros,
Traffic Nightmare,
Amon Düül II,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Circle Jerks,
The Invisible,
The Fugs,
Visage,
D'Angelo,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Nico,
Nation of Ulysses,
Kool Moe Dee,
Skarface,
Arthur Verocai,
Sonic Youth,
10cc,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Joe Finger,
Ice-T,
Outsiders,
Radiohead,
Shoche, Shoche, Shoche, Shoche.
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.