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 Indonesia 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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the guitar 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 Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane to the techno 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 The Velvet Underground. All the underground hits.
All Junior Murvin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Royal Family And The Poor record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a EPMD record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Public Image Ltd.,
Eurythmics,
The Martian,
DJ Sneak,
Harpers Bizarre,
Leonard Cohen,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Scott Walker,
Brand Nubian,
Cybotron,
the Germs,
Laurel Aitken,
The Gories,
Crispian St. Peters,
Black Bananas,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Monochrome Set,
James White and The Blacks,
David McCallum,
Guru Guru,
Soul Sonic Force,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Bobby Byrd,
The Happenings,
Brick,
Deepchord,
Youth Brigade,
Eddi Front,
Slave,
Gang Gang Dance,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
UT,
Unwound,
The Zeros,
Morten Harket,
Accadde A,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Trojans,
Sun City Girls,
Liliput,
Maleditus Sound,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Radiopuhelimet,
Blossom Toes,
Maurizio,
Boz Scaggs,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Livin' Joy,
Sun Ra,
Dave Gahan,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Black Sheep,
The Residents,
Tres Demented,
The Slackers,
Half Japanese,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Jacob Miller,
H. Thieme,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes, Justin Hinds & The Dominoes, Justin Hinds & The Dominoes, Justin Hinds & The Dominoes.
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.