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 Guatemala and from Houston.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Frankie Knuckles to the rap kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Louis and Bebe Barron. All the underground hits.
All Black Flag tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Velvet Underground record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dead Boys record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Brass Construction,
La Düsseldorf,
Excepter,
The Red Krayola,
Mandrill,
Bobbi Humphrey,
UT,
The Litter,
The Trojans,
Frankie Knuckles,
Joey Negro,
Peter & Gordon,
Lungfish,
Erasure,
Cal Tjader,
Newcleus,
Livin' Joy,
The Evens,
Man Parrish,
Eden Ahbez,
Yazoo,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Techniques,
Alphaville,
Ultravox,
Suburban Knight,
The Names,
Negative Approach,
Kerrie Biddell,
Scratch Acid,
Sällskapet,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The New Christs,
Joy Division,
Curtis Mayfield,
H. Thieme,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Mars,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Stetsasonic,
Piero Umiliani,
Black Pus,
Das Ding,
The Electric Prunes,
Country Teasers,
Whodini,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Terrestrial Tones,
Animal Collective,
Marmalade,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
KRS-One,
David McCallum,
Donny Hathaway,
The Standells,
the Sonics,
Janne Schatter,
Trumans Water,
The Victims, The Victims, The Victims, The Victims.
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.