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 Benin and from Taipei.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the sitar 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 Pretty Things to the dance 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 Harry Pussy. All the underground hits.
All Mark Hollis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Skaos 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Guru Guru,
Ralphi Rosario,
Nik Kershaw,
Flash Fearless,
Fear,
Bronski Beat,
Tom Boy,
Saccharine Trust,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Grey Daturas,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Main Source,
Alton Ellis,
Sarah Menescal,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Agent Orange,
Nas,
Angry Samoans,
Depeche Mode,
Dave Gahan,
Drexciya,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Vogues,
Eden Ahbez,
Lalo Schifrin,
Eric Dolphy,
Todd Rundgren,
The Gladiators,
The Dead C,
MC5,
Piero Umiliani,
The Sound,
In Retrospect,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Swans,
Sparks,
Sex Pistols,
Lucky Dragons,
The Zeros,
The Smiths,
Severed Heads,
Big Daddy Kane,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Neon Judgement,
Tommy Roe,
the Germs,
Shuggie Otis,
Infiniti,
The Dirtbombs,
Con Funk Shun,
This Heat,
The Index,
Marc Almond,
Scratch Acid,
The Five Americans,
The Gun Club,
The Fall,
Heaven 17,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family, Angels of Light & Akron/Family, Angels of Light & Akron/Family, Angels of Light & Akron/Family.
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.