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 Egypt and from Cairo.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Cecil Taylor to the disco 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 The Trojans. All the underground hits.
All Gerry Rafferty tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rakim 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Maleditus Sound record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Stooges,
China Crisis,
Lou Reed,
Ultravox,
Depeche Mode,
The Litter,
Dual Sessions,
The Detroit Cobras,
Cecil Taylor,
Yaz,
EPMD,
The Evens,
Peter & Gordon,
Moby Grape,
Dave Gahan,
E-Dancer,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Rekid,
The Slackers,
The Techniques,
New Age Steppers,
Dorothy Ashby,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Infiniti,
Steve Hackett,
Y Pants,
John Coltrane,
Lucky Dragons,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Durutti Column,
Fad Gadget,
Sight & Sound,
Tres Demented,
Black Moon,
Negative Approach,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Derrick May,
KRS-One,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
kango's stein massive,
The Neon Judgement,
Zero Boys,
Bush Tetras,
Excepter,
Barry Ungar,
Symarip,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Ice-T,
Mars,
Flipper,
Davy DMX,
Roger Hodgson,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Sandy B,
The Red Krayola,
Charles Mingus,
the Soft Cell,
The Fugs,
The Gladiators,
Sonic Youth,
Country Teasers,
Eddi Front,
The Blackbyrds,
The Seeds, The Seeds, The Seeds, The Seeds.
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.