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 Tunisia and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez 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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Black Flag to the crunk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Chrome. All the underground hits.
All The Fortunes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lou Reed & Metallica record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Happenings,
Duran Duran,
The Flesh Eaters,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Ituana,
One Last Wish,
Arcadia,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
F. McDonald,
The Victims,
The Zeros,
Boz Scaggs,
Monolake,
Throbbing Gristle,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Tomorrow,
Dawn Penn,
Nils Olav,
Rosa Yemen,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Martian,
Barry Ungar,
Crooked Eye,
Stiv Bators,
Lucky Dragons,
Basic Channel,
Crispian St. Peters,
Angry Samoans,
June of 44,
Ronan,
Can,
Dark Day,
The Modern Lovers,
Ludus,
Kerri Chandler,
Sarah Menescal,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
James White and The Blacks,
Junior Murvin,
Iggy Pop,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Bauhaus,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Johnny Clarke,
Intrusion,
Al Stewart,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Matthew Halsall,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Minutemen,
Reuben Wilson,
Q and Not U,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Laurel Aitken,
The Fall,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Leaves,
Infiniti,
Spandau Ballet,
Goldenarms, Goldenarms, Goldenarms, Goldenarms.
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.