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 Hungary and from Hong Kong.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 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 Yellowson to the crunk 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 Anthony Braxton. All the underground hits.
All Malaria! tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Youth Brigade record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Slits record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Pus,
Eli Mardock,
Quando Quango,
Donny Hathaway,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Black Flag,
Altered Images,
Cluster,
Nirvana,
Arthur Verocai,
The Young Rascals,
Harmonia,
Mars,
Dual Sessions,
Hoover,
Interpol,
Bobby Hutcherson,
T. Rex,
Lungfish,
The Music Machine,
Maleditus Sound,
Rites of Spring,
Dave Gahan,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Cure,
Outsiders,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Stereo Dub,
Wasted Youth,
Adolescents,
Robert Görl,
Fear,
Ronnie Foster,
Kaleidoscope,
Flash Fearless,
The Victims,
Masters at Work,
Crash Course in Science,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Funky Four + One,
Moebius,
The Knickerbockers,
The United States of America,
Lebanon Hanover,
Idris Muhammad,
Gang Starr,
Barrington Levy,
The Shadows of Knight,
Eric Dolphy,
Fatback Band,
The Dave Clark Five,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Cramps,
The Sonics,
Electric Prunes,
Pagans,
Bootsy Collins,
Camouflage,
John Lydon, John Lydon, John Lydon, John Lydon.
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.