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 Kyrgyzstan and from Winnipeg.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
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 Gian Franco Pienzio to the techno kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Sight & Sound. All the underground hits.
All Hashim tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Soft Cell record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Don Cherry,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Henry Cow,
The Pretty Things,
Pylon,
AZ,
kango's stein massive,
The Move,
Trumans Water,
The Buckinghams,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Severed Heads,
Oneida,
Ken Boothe,
Piero Umiliani,
Massinfluence,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
the Association,
Bobby Hutcherson,
A Certain Ratio,
The Gap Band,
the Germs,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Liliput,
Flamin' Groovies,
Amon Düül,
John Lydon,
Das Ding,
Interpol,
Lightning Bolt,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Star Department,
Pantytec,
Model 500,
Dave Gahan,
This Heat,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
cv313,
Man Parrish,
Surgeon,
Television Personalities,
The Leaves,
Scion,
Youth Brigade,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Khruangbin,
Tom Boy,
KRS-One,
The Slits,
Rosa Yemen,
Talk Talk,
The Saints,
The Five Americans,
The Human League,
The Stooges,
Juan Atkins,
Average White Band,
Camouflage,
Hashim, Hashim, Hashim, Hashim.
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.