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 Samoa and from Calgary.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Sonics to the dance kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Michelle Simonal. All the underground hits.
All The Black Dice tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Moss Icon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Iggy Pop record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Barclay James Harvest,
The Raincoats,
Robert Hood,
Gregory Isaacs,
8 Eyed Spy,
Eve St. Jones,
Youth Brigade,
Malaria!,
The Smoke,
Michelle Simonal,
Swell Maps,
The Cowsills,
Derrick May,
Unrelated Segments,
The Real Kids,
Moby Grape,
Sound Behaviour,
Amon Düül,
Be Bop Deluxe,
MC5,
Kool Moe Dee,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Harry Pussy,
Con Funk Shun,
Rapeman,
Harmonia,
In Retrospect,
Schoolly D,
Glenn Branca,
Sparks,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
the Germs,
The Seeds,
Rekid,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Leaves,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Nas,
Liliput,
The Flesh Eaters,
Cluster,
Black Moon,
Intrusion,
Television,
The Blackbyrds,
K-Klass,
Nation of Ulysses,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
the Association,
Infiniti,
Pere Ubu,
LL Cool J,
Bobbi Humphrey,
UT,
The Happenings,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Excepter,
Neu!,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Country Teasers,
Crime,
Gil Scott Heron, Gil Scott Heron, Gil Scott Heron, Gil Scott Heron.
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.