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 Georgia and from Beijing.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 arpeggiator 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 Traffic Nightmare to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Yusef Lateef. All the underground hits.
All Second Layer tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Smiths record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 808 and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Organ record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Aswad,
Vainqueur,
Bauhaus,
Soft Cell,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Throbbing Gristle,
Absolute Body Control,
Henry Cow,
Dead Boys,
Zero Boys,
Max Romeo,
Lyres,
The Fortunes,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Von Mondo,
Outsiders,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Steve Hackett,
Nas,
Brass Construction,
Lou Reed,
Second Layer,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Jawbox,
Black Sheep,
Babytalk,
8 Eyed Spy,
Charles Mingus,
Mad Mike,
Bill Near,
Rod Modell,
Swans,
Bronski Beat,
Gregory Isaacs,
Banda Bassotti,
Model 500,
Gastr Del Sol,
U.S. Maple,
Simply Red,
Ludus,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Erasure,
Soulsonic Force,
Mo-Dettes,
Dorothy Ashby,
Mr. Review,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Robert Hood,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Michelle Simonal,
Silicon Teens,
Country Teasers,
Laurel Aitken,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Evens,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
DJ Style,
The Misunderstood,
The Blackbyrds,
Tropical Tobacco,
X-102,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Al Stewart,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band, Manfred Mann's Earth Band, Manfred Mann's Earth Band, Manfred Mann's Earth Band.
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.