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 Cuba and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 chamberlin 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 Sonic Youth to the dance kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Rhythim Is Rhythim. All the underground hits.
All Glenn Branca tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Silicon Teens record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 an arpeggiator and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Slits record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hot Snakes,
Ultravox,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Soft Cell,
The Sonics,
David McCallum,
Cal Tjader,
Hoover,
Fad Gadget,
Boredoms,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Glambeats Corp.,
Bob Dylan,
Sugar Minott,
Thee Headcoats,
Franke,
Andrew Hill,
Leonard Cohen,
Joe Smooth,
The Residents,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Joy Division,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Avey Tare,
The Durutti Column,
Danielle Patucci,
Tomorrow,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Remains,
Throbbing Gristle,
Livin' Joy,
Cymande,
Donald Byrd,
Oneida,
Jawbox,
Jandek,
Gang Starr,
Barbara Tucker,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Second Layer,
Black Sheep,
The Slackers,
Animal Collective,
Graham Central Station,
R.M.O.,
Kaleidoscope,
Prince Buster,
Blancmange,
Gabor Szabo,
Nik Kershaw,
Lower 48,
The Mummies,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Last Poets,
The American Breed,
Model 500,
The Flesh Eaters,
China Crisis,
H. Thieme,
John Lydon,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon, Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon, Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon, Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon.
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.