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 Bahrain and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 guitar 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 Half Japanese to the funk 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 Goldenarms. All the underground hits.
All The Standells tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jeff Lynne 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dennis Brown record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
R.M.O.,
the Sonics,
The Skatalites,
The Fire Engines,
Minutemen,
Faraquet,
The Buckinghams,
Sixth Finger,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Crispy Ambulance,
Little Man,
The Selecter,
Jawbox,
Intrusion,
Eric Dolphy,
The Gories,
Eli Mardock,
Monolake,
Charles Mingus,
Idris Muhammad,
The Gun Club,
Jeff Mills,
The Residents,
Moebius,
The American Breed,
Patti Smith,
L. Decosne,
Cecil Taylor,
MC5,
Ituana,
Howard Jones,
Malaria!,
Bill Wells,
Fatback Band,
Junior Murvin,
The Gap Band,
Robert Hood,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Bobby Sherman,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Pop Group,
Fluxion,
Gang Gang Dance,
Rod Modell,
Roxy Music,
LL Cool J,
Thee Headcoats,
Glenn Branca,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
D'Angelo,
Byron Stingily,
Aswad,
Minor Threat,
The Misunderstood,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Kerrie Biddell,
Motorama,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Darondo,
Bobby Womack,
Hoover, Hoover, Hoover, Hoover.
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.