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 Bhutan and from Bologna.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the oboe 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 8 Eyed Spy to the electroclash 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 Sister Nancy. All the underground hits.
All Youth Brigade tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every X-101 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marcia Griffiths record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Smog,
Circle Jerks,
Nas,
Zapp,
Young Marble Giants,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Gladiators,
KRS-One,
AZ,
Graham Central Station,
Public Enemy,
Popol Vuh,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Bill Wells,
Echospace,
Goldenarms,
Deadbeat,
Y Pants,
10cc,
UT,
Suicide,
Bang On A Can,
Wally Richardson,
This Heat,
Suburban Knight,
The Kinks,
Max Romeo,
The Divine Comedy,
Absolute Body Control,
the Bar-Kays,
Pere Ubu,
Howard Jones,
The Motions,
Stiv Bators,
Swell Maps,
Mo-Dettes,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Alton Ellis,
The Leaves,
The Count Five,
Brand Nubian,
Godley & Creme,
Yusef Lateef,
Susan Cadogan,
T. Rex,
A Certain Ratio,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Mr. Review,
The Offenders,
The Fuzztones,
Hashim,
The Searchers,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Rosa Yemen,
Nation of Ulysses,
Patti Smith,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Donny Hathaway,
Junior Murvin,
The Blackbyrds, The Blackbyrds, The Blackbyrds, The Blackbyrds.
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.