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 Antigua and from Shanghai.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the snare 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 Black Sheep to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Essential Logic. All the underground hits.
All Royal Trux tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Cure 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Hardrive record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Jacob Miller,
Gregory Isaacs,
MC5,
Pulsallama,
X-102,
Aswad,
Althea and Donna,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Knickerbockers,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Sound,
Man Parrish,
kango's stein massive,
Negative Approach,
The Gories,
Section 25,
The Associates,
The Buckinghams,
Dead Boys,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Sunsets and Hearts,
CMW,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Can,
Barrington Levy,
Stetsasonic,
Skriet,
Von Mondo,
The Moody Blues,
The Last Poets,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
ABBA,
Second Layer,
AZ,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Neon Judgement,
Bobby Byrd,
Barry Ungar,
Crispy Ambulance,
Television Personalities,
Theoretical Girls,
Funky Four + One,
Lucky Dragons,
June Days,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Ronan,
Eli Mardock,
Girls At Our Best!,
Maleditus Sound,
The Electric Prunes,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Niagra,
Rod Modell,
Underground Resistance,
The Stooges, The Stooges, The Stooges, The Stooges.
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.