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 Australia and from Glasgow.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 EPMD to the grime 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 Fat Boys. All the underground hits.
All Whodini tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Cowsills record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 an oboe and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bluetip record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Grauzone,
Panda Bear,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Dave Clark Five,
Depeche Mode,
The New Christs,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Joensuu 1685,
Gang of Four,
Crispy Ambulance,
Deepchord,
Black Moon,
JFA,
The Cramps,
Rakim,
Outsiders,
H. Thieme,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Dual Sessions,
Gabor Szabo,
cv313,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Warsaw,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Pere Ubu,
Television Personalities,
Black Pus,
Jeru the Damaja,
Can,
Nils Olav,
The Dirtbombs,
Cecil Taylor,
Electric Prunes,
Cabaret Voltaire,
LL Cool J,
Avey Tare,
Oblivians,
Nas,
Bizarre Inc.,
Malaria!,
Arab on Radar,
Robert Hood,
Ten City,
A Certain Ratio,
Animal Collective,
Patti Smith,
Basic Channel,
Brothers Johnson,
Yellowson,
Zapp,
K-Klass,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Scion,
Ralphi Rosario,
Interpol,
DJ Style,
The Five Americans,
Mad Mike,
Carl Craig,
The Grass Roots,
Ronan,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry, Red Lorry Yellow Lorry, Red Lorry Yellow Lorry, Red Lorry Yellow Lorry.
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.