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 Bahamas and from Johannesburg.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Manila.
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 mellotron 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 Siglo XX to the rock kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Iggy Pop. All the underground hits.
All Section 25 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Magma record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Neil Young record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Man Eating Sloth,
The Electric Prunes,
Michelle Simonal,
The Modern Lovers,
Sällskapet,
Rhythm & Sound,
Ice-T,
Monks,
Soft Machine,
Gichy Dan,
Roxette,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Fatback Band,
Angry Samoans,
John Lydon,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Remains,
Sun Ra,
The Neon Judgement,
Scott Walker,
Dave Gahan,
Excepter,
Morten Harket,
Symarip,
Reuben Wilson,
Big Daddy Kane,
EPMD,
Bill Wells,
Metal Thangz,
Goldenarms,
Amon Düül II,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Reagan Youth,
Davy DMX,
Aaron Thompson,
The United States of America,
Visage,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Kool Moe Dee,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Howard Jones,
Anakelly,
Quando Quango,
Bobbi Humphrey,
James White and The Blacks,
The Victims,
Ten City,
Buzzcocks,
The Offenders,
Todd Terry,
Lindisfarne,
The Count Five,
Supertramp,
Make Up,
Wasted Youth,
Jeff Mills,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Yusef Lateef,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Spoonie Gee,
Television,
Junior Murvin, Junior Murvin, Junior Murvin, Junior Murvin.
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.