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 Bulgaria and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Winnipeg.
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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Q65 to the electroclash 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 Bauhaus. All the underground hits.
All Marcia Griffiths tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fifty Foot Hose 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pussy Galore record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
EPMD,
Black Flag,
Camberwell Now,
Heaven 17,
Derrick May,
Magazine,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Leaves,
Model 500,
Black Bananas,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Absolute Body Control,
Blake Baxter,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Michelle Simonal,
Aaron Thompson,
Pere Ubu,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Moody Blues,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Ponytail,
Aswad,
Idris Muhammad,
The Searchers,
Tropical Tobacco,
Yaz,
The Trojans,
Oneida,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Traffic Nightmare,
Babytalk,
Siglo XX,
Surgeon,
Popol Vuh,
Darondo,
Buzzcocks,
Dead Boys,
Neil Young,
Black Moon,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Smoke,
One Last Wish,
X-102,
Rakim,
Throbbing Gristle,
Deakin,
Kurtis Blow,
Liliput,
The Shadows of Knight,
Main Source,
Little Man,
Kenny Larkin,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Rekid,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Sun City Girls,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Average White Band,
Jacob Miller,
The Names,
Dual Sessions, Dual Sessions, Dual Sessions, Dual Sessions.
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.