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 Morocco and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 New York and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 chamberlin 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 Hot Snakes to the techno 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 Jesper Dahlback. All the underground hits.
All the Germs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The United States of America 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Terror Squad Feat. Camron record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Isaac Hayes,
Scratch Acid,
Fat Boys,
Bronski Beat,
The Gap Band,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Parry Music,
Bobby Byrd,
The Velvet Underground,
Skriet,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
These Immortal Souls,
Technova,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Music Machine,
Fear,
Television,
D'Angelo,
The Beau Brummels,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Ultra Naté,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Faust,
Wasted Youth,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Leaves,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Cramps,
Blancmange,
The Happenings,
The Red Krayola,
Sound Behaviour,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
the Fania All-Stars,
Lou Christie,
Lungfish,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Bobby Sherman,
Pussy Galore,
The Barracudas,
Rotary Connection,
Q and Not U,
Underground Resistance,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Blossom Toes,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Seeds,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Fire Engines,
The Dave Clark Five,
Wally Richardson,
John Foxx,
Connie Case,
The Trojans,
Man Parrish,
Aloha Tigers,
Nation of Ulysses,
Nik Kershaw,
Harpers Bizarre,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Janne Schatter,
Ludus,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282, Thinking Fellers Union Local 282, Thinking Fellers Union Local 282, Thinking Fellers Union Local 282.
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.