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 Spain and from Woodstock.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 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 Bush Tetras to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 In Retrospect. All the underground hits.
All The Blues Magoos tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Desert Stars record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 snare and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Dave Clark Five record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scan 7,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Soft Machine,
The Slits,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Spoonie Gee,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Yazoo,
Scientists,
The Vogues,
The Techniques,
kango's stein massive,
Wings,
Television Personalities,
The Toasters,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Human League,
Eddi Front,
Jeff Mills,
Tommy Roe,
Public Image Ltd.,
Isaac Hayes,
T. Rex,
Kurtis Blow,
DJ Sneak,
The Misunderstood,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Howard Jones,
The J.B.'s,
Harmonia,
Bob Dylan,
Black Moon,
Soul Sonic Force,
Reagan Youth,
Pantytec,
Monolake,
Slave,
Matthew Halsall,
The Doors,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Little Man,
La Düsseldorf,
Nas,
Fela Kuti,
Hardrive,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Ultimate Spinach,
Y Pants,
Pylon,
Donald Byrd,
Symarip,
Drexciya,
Stiv Bators,
Siglo XX,
The Fall,
Aural Exciters,
Wire,
Byron Stingily,
Soul II Soul,
The Leaves, The Leaves, The Leaves, The Leaves.
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.