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 Hungary and from Tehran.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the guitar 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 Sugar Minott to the jazz 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 The Mummies. All the underground hits.
All Gang Starr tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kaleidoscope record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 an organ and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lafayette Afro Rock Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Slackers,
Public Image Ltd.,
Scott Walker,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
T.S.O.L.,
Girls At Our Best!,
Mission of Burma,
Man Eating Sloth,
Hoover,
Fatback Band,
Symarip,
L. Decosne,
Joensuu 1685,
Yazoo,
Crispian St. Peters,
Smog,
Silicon Teens,
Bronski Beat,
The Velvet Underground,
K-Klass,
Pierre Henry,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Doobie Brothers,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Maleditus Sound,
Matthew Bourne,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
U.S. Maple,
Quantec,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Scientists,
Black Pus,
Lebanon Hanover,
Trumans Water,
Cal Tjader,
David McCallum,
The Blackbyrds,
Sonic Youth,
Black Bananas,
Althea and Donna,
10cc,
The Standells,
Oblivians,
the Bar-Kays,
Yusef Lateef,
Lalann,
Rod Modell,
Minutemen,
Alice Coltrane,
Harmonia,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Johnny Clarke,
JFA,
Gang Starr,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Faraquet,
Jesper Dahlback,
Pharoah Sanders,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
the Soft Cell, the Soft Cell, the Soft Cell, the Soft Cell.
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.