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 Bhutan and from Tehran.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 snare 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 Country Joe & The Fish to the rock 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 Das Ding. All the underground hits.
All Agent Orange tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Victims record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Clear Light record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Johnny Clarke,
John Foxx,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
One Last Wish,
Eric Dolphy,
Nirvana,
ABC,
Moby Grape,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Laurel Aitken,
Kaleidoscope,
Public Enemy,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Erasure,
The Young Rascals,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Stockholm Monsters,
Eurythmics,
Roxette,
The Moleskins,
The Raincoats,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Letta Mbulu,
Kenny Larkin,
The Fall,
The Happenings,
Tim Buckley,
Grey Daturas,
Johnny Osbourne,
Monolake,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Roy Ayers,
Suburban Knight,
Man Parrish,
Wings,
Negative Approach,
The Gun Club,
the Swans,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Mars,
FM Einheit,
Essential Logic,
Rites of Spring,
Faust,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Tres Demented,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Moody Blues,
Yusef Lateef,
Youth Brigade,
Sarah Menescal,
Oneida,
The Zeros,
The Beau Brummels,
The Mummies,
Arthur Verocai,
Kurtis Blow,
The Saints,
Amon Düül,
Mad Mike,
The Electric Prunes,
The Velvet Underground, The Velvet Underground, The Velvet Underground, The Velvet Underground.
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.