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 Austria and from Woodstock.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 snare 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 The Searchers to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Gian Franco Pienzio. All the underground hits.
All The Fugs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Stereo Dub record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 spring reverb and a mellotron 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 mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Camberwell Now,
Black Pus,
Ten City,
David Axelrod,
The Leaves,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Lebanon Hanover,
Ultimate Spinach,
X-101,
Ornette Coleman,
Fad Gadget,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
MC5,
Black Bananas,
The Dave Clark Five,
Ronnie Foster,
Flash Fearless,
Neil Young,
Connie Case,
Interpol,
Toni Rubio,
The Tremeloes,
Andrew Hill,
Josef K,
Colin Newman,
The Grass Roots,
K-Klass,
A Certain Ratio,
AZ,
Tears for Fears,
Parry Music,
Aswad,
Ronan,
Stetsasonic,
The Selecter,
Frankie Knuckles,
D'Angelo,
Cybotron,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Lou Christie,
Joe Smooth,
Warsaw,
The Neon Judgement,
Morten Harket,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Real Kids,
Lou Reed,
Minor Threat,
Smog,
OOIOO,
Skriet,
The Last Poets,
the Sonics,
Arthur Verocai,
Judy Mowatt,
Scan 7,
Althea and Donna,
Pulsallama,
the Fania All-Stars,
Eric Dolphy,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Mummies, The Mummies, The Mummies, The Mummies.
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.