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 Costa Rica and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia 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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
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 Arthur Verocai to the disco kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 KRS-One. All the underground hits.
All Rapeman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Funkadelic record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 a guitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Porter Ricks 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?
Mantronix,
Archie Shepp,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Grandmaster Flash,
Ronnie Foster,
Sarah Menescal,
The Smiths,
Lungfish,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
The Last Poets,
Josef K,
Funkadelic,
Interpol,
Mark Hollis,
Bush Tetras,
Jimmy McGriff,
Rufus Thomas,
Jawbox,
Mr. Review,
Brick,
Scratch Acid,
CMW,
Surgeon,
The Shadows of Knight,
Kayak,
Nation of Ulysses,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Malaria!,
Babytalk,
Smog,
B.T. Express,
Johnny Osbourne,
Massinfluence,
Radiohead,
Parry Music,
Byron Stingily,
Cecil Taylor,
Eric Dolphy,
The Wake,
Zero Boys,
Depeche Mode,
Iggy Pop,
The Music Machine,
Loose Ends,
Silicon Teens,
Nils Olav,
the Swans,
Maleditus Sound,
La Düsseldorf,
Crooked Eye,
Fugazi,
Donny Hathaway,
Sound Behaviour,
The Kinks,
Gang Green,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Velvet Underground,
Lou Christie,
Lou Reed,
Aaron Thompson, Aaron Thompson, Aaron Thompson, Aaron Thompson.
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.