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 Guyana and from New York.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Philadelphia.
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 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 Lizzy Mercier Descloux to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Negative Approach. All the underground hits.
All June of 44 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Mummies record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Davy DMX record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Supertramp,
Rapeman,
Scratch Acid,
The Dead C,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Gang Gang Dance,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Franke,
Gang Green,
Visage,
Fela Kuti,
The Offenders,
Thee Headcoats,
Dead Boys,
Nation of Ulysses,
MC5,
Eurythmics,
Barbara Tucker,
Wolf Eyes,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Sun City Girls,
Camberwell Now,
Vainqueur,
Neil Young,
Brothers Johnson,
The Index,
China Crisis,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Al Stewart,
Make Up,
Section 25,
Avey Tare,
Gerry Rafferty,
Amon Düül II,
Quando Quango,
Kurtis Blow,
The Standells,
Black Moon,
The Grass Roots,
Rakim,
Reuben Wilson,
The Golliwogs,
Eric Dolphy,
Zero Boys,
Lee Hazlewood,
Rotary Connection,
Johnny Osbourne,
Glenn Branca,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Crime,
Tomorrow,
The Smiths,
Patti Smith,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Toni Rubio,
Erykah Badu,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Hardrive,
The Gories,
Rod Modell,
Slick Rick,
Lungfish, Lungfish, Lungfish, Lungfish.
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.