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 United States and from Manila.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the marimba 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 The Fortunes to the grime kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Justin Hinds & The Dominoes. All the underground hits.
All The Dead C tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Malaria! record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rakim record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Peter and Kerry,
Janne Schatter,
Toni Rubio,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Intrusion,
The Move,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Soul II Soul,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Mo-Dettes,
Unrelated Segments,
Sexual Harrassment,
John Foxx,
the Human League,
Minny Pops,
Anakelly,
The Smiths,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Suicide,
Ultimate Spinach,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Sällskapet,
Be Bop Deluxe,
OOIOO,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Brothers Johnson,
The Real Kids,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Martian,
Metal Thangz,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Minor Threat,
The Barracudas,
The Doors,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
UT,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Cluster,
8 Eyed Spy,
Stockholm Monsters,
ABBA,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Matthew Halsall,
The Last Poets,
Marine Girls,
Porter Ricks,
Peter & Gordon,
Boogie Down Productions,
Jandek,
Franke,
Flamin' Groovies,
Davy DMX,
Smog,
Kevin Saunderson,
Michelle Simonal,
The Toasters,
Niagra,
Alison Limerick,
The Black Dice,
Crispian St. Peters,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Ornette Coleman,
Sonic Youth, Sonic Youth, Sonic Youth, Sonic Youth.
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.