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 Bangladesh and from Jakarta.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Bootsy's Rubber Band to the techno kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Barrington Levy. All the underground hits.
All John Lydon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Velvet Underground record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pylon,
John Holt,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
DNA,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Eric B and Rakim,
Freddie Wadling,
The Monochrome Set,
Vainqueur,
Moby Grape,
Neil Young,
Kaleidoscope,
Eli Mardock,
The Residents,
Pantytec,
Black Sheep,
Bang On A Can,
Robert Wyatt,
DJ Sneak,
Marmalade,
Kool Moe Dee,
Oblivians,
The Move,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Unrelated Segments,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Henry Cow,
Brand Nubian,
Spoonie Gee,
Jacob Miller,
The Victims,
Depeche Mode,
The Cure,
Black Pus,
Icehouse,
Aural Exciters,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Althea and Donna,
John Foxx,
Radio Birdman,
The Velvet Underground,
Index,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Mission of Burma,
the Soft Cell,
Dead Boys,
Sonny Sharrock,
Saccharine Trust,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Lungfish,
Jimmy McGriff,
kango's stein massive,
The Happenings,
Lee Hazlewood,
Nick Fraelich,
The Knickerbockers,
Pantaleimon,
L. Decosne,
Matthew Halsall,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Litter,
Selector Dub Narcotic, Selector Dub Narcotic, Selector Dub Narcotic, Selector Dub Narcotic.
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.