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 Korea North and from Houston.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Interpol to the rock kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Cheater Slicks. All the underground hits.
All The Raincoats tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Michelle Simonal record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Minutemen record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
MDC,
Massinfluence,
Stetsasonic,
The Birthday Party,
Royal Trux,
Rhythm & Sound,
Young Marble Giants,
Hasil Adkins,
The Blues Magoos,
Crash Course in Science,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Modern Lovers,
Porter Ricks,
F. McDonald,
Sonny Sharrock,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Gastr Del Sol,
Robert Wyatt,
Tom Boy,
Idris Muhammad,
Smog,
Davy DMX,
Blancmange,
Can,
AZ,
Malaria!,
Harmonia,
These Immortal Souls,
Moebius,
Boogie Down Productions,
Charles Mingus,
Ice-T,
World's Most,
Anthony Braxton,
Faraquet,
Mandrill,
Nation of Ulysses,
Barry Ungar,
Television,
Soft Cell,
Josef K,
The Offenders,
The Toasters,
The Techniques,
Spandau Ballet,
Leonard Cohen,
Accadde A,
Brass Construction,
Zero Boys,
Dorothy Ashby,
Kerrie Biddell,
Eric B and Rakim,
Saccharine Trust,
Rekid,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Bootsy Collins,
Brand Nubian,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Larry & the Blue Notes, Larry & the Blue Notes, Larry & the Blue Notes, Larry & the Blue Notes.
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.