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 Latvia and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 Donald Fagen 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 Iggy Pop to the disco kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Robert Hood. All the underground hits.
All Sonic Youth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gil Scott Heron record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Peter and Kerry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gregory Isaacs,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Bobby Sherman,
B.T. Express,
Metal Thangz,
Pantaleimon,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Howard Jones,
One Last Wish,
Marmalade,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Searchers,
The Gun Club,
Rapeman,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Erasure,
Bad Manners,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Janne Schatter,
the Human League,
Lou Reed,
Lucky Dragons,
The Trojans,
Ultra Naté,
PIL,
Suburban Knight,
Stetsasonic,
Traffic Nightmare,
Fugazi,
Frankie Knuckles,
Minutemen,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
DJ Sneak,
Malaria!,
The Happenings,
Guru Guru,
Morten Harket,
Bronski Beat,
Beasts of Bourbon,
A Certain Ratio,
The Names,
The Last Poets,
The Index,
the Swans,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Neil Young,
Ludus,
Kas Product,
Skarface,
Grauzone,
Panda Bear,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Remains,
Hoover,
Anakelly,
Big Daddy Kane,
Scrapy,
The Tremeloes,
The Detroit Cobras,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Boogie Down Productions, Boogie Down Productions, Boogie Down Productions, Boogie Down Productions.
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.