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 Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 guitar 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 Radiopuhelimet to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Joe Smooth. All the underground hits.
All Boogie Down Productions tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marcia Griffiths record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Toni Rubio record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Junior Murvin,
Eddi Front,
Derrick Morgan,
Vainqueur,
Bobby Womack,
Country Teasers,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Trumans Water,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Faraquet,
Absolute Body Control,
Hoover,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Tommy Roe,
Grauzone,
The Saints,
Loose Ends,
Cameo,
Kayak,
The Raincoats,
Slick Rick,
Cal Tjader,
Gerry Rafferty,
Ornette Coleman,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Names,
Accadde A,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
X-102,
Schoolly D,
Neil Young,
Ten City,
Marvin Gaye,
Nirvana,
Harry Pussy,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Make Up,
Morten Harket,
The Fire Engines,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Mary Jane Girls,
Kaleidoscope,
Gong,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Supertramp,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Ken Boothe,
Babytalk,
Stereo Dub,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
the Germs,
Gichy Dan,
The Evens,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Leaves,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Zapp,
Brass Construction,
Adolescents,
The Doobie Brothers, The Doobie Brothers, The Doobie Brothers, The Doobie Brothers.
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.