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 New Zealand and from Portland.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Accra.
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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Laurel Aitken to the funk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Scan 7. All the underground hits.
All Henry Cow tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Dirtbombs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Fuzztones record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Bad Manners,
Terry Callier,
Throbbing Gristle,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Cheater Slicks,
Colin Newman,
Scan 7,
Jeru the Damaja,
Newcleus,
Jerry's Kids,
Panda Bear,
Adolescents,
Infiniti,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Trojans,
Q65,
Hashim,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Sex Pistols,
The Litter,
Jacob Miller,
Goldenarms,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Golliwogs,
Khruangbin,
The Sound,
Agitation Free,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Blossom Toes,
The Mummies,
The Tremeloes,
Wings,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
cv313,
JFA,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Cecil Taylor,
Theoretical Girls,
The Skatalites,
Danielle Patucci,
EPMD,
X-101,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Neu!,
Davy DMX,
Mad Mike,
Lower 48,
Half Japanese,
Faust,
Silicon Teens,
Judy Mowatt,
Lyres,
Excepter,
Unrelated Segments,
Lightning Bolt,
Maleditus Sound,
Stockholm Monsters,
Soft Machine,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth, Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth, Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth, Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth.
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.