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 Laos and from Paris.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 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 Sight & Sound to the rock kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Black Sheep tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Make Up 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Arcadia record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scientists,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Lou Reed,
Hashim,
Chris & Cosey,
Au Pairs,
The Velvet Underground,
Letta Mbulu,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Inner City,
The Mummies,
John Lydon,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Litter,
Barclay James Harvest,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Ituana,
MC5,
Max Romeo,
Skarface,
The Human League,
48th St. Collective,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Martian,
Das Ding,
The Zeros,
Sonny Sharrock,
Mo-Dettes,
The Fall,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Peter & Gordon,
Excepter,
T. Rex,
Kas Product,
Adolescents,
Agent Orange,
Cheater Slicks,
Kaleidoscope,
Sparks,
Eric B and Rakim,
Vladislav Delay,
Sight & Sound,
Eurythmics,
The Move,
Gong,
The Fire Engines,
Peter and Kerry,
Circle Jerks,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Lyres,
Gichy Dan,
Boz Scaggs,
Pantytec,
Moss Icon,
Trumans Water,
A Certain Ratio,
Country Joe & The Fish,
the Association,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Names,
Scan 7,
The Stooges,
Graham Central Station, Graham Central Station, Graham Central Station, Graham Central Station.
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.