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 St Lucia and from Cairo.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 chamberlin 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 KRS-One to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 The Monochrome Set. All the underground hits.
All R.M.O. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mars 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Yazoo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jawbox,
Jandek,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Letta Mbulu,
Albert Ayler,
Porter Ricks,
Electric Prunes,
PIL,
Ralphi Rosario,
Oblivians,
The American Breed,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Talk Talk,
The Black Dice,
The Golliwogs,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Moebius,
Kenny Larkin,
Saccharine Trust,
The Moody Blues,
The Five Americans,
Kayak,
Donald Byrd,
Fad Gadget,
Gichy Dan,
Hashim,
Alison Limerick,
The Fugs,
Panda Bear,
Eric B and Rakim,
Echospace,
Piero Umiliani,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Monochrome Set,
Spoonie Gee,
Harry Pussy,
The United States of America,
The Move,
Arcadia,
Q and Not U,
Warsaw,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Sister Nancy,
Sandy B,
Cameo,
The Shadows of Knight,
Arthur Verocai,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Gregory Isaacs,
Dual Sessions,
Junior Murvin,
Connie Case,
Accadde A,
The Smoke,
Godley & Creme,
Crash Course in Science,
Audionom,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Sound Behaviour, Sound Behaviour, Sound Behaviour, Sound Behaviour.
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.