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 San Marino and from Toronto.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the güiro 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 Nation of Ulysses to the grime 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 Newcleus. All the underground hits.
All cv313 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jesper Dahlbäck record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Cramps record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Country Joe & The Fish,
Dennis Brown,
X-102,
48th St. Collective,
ABC,
Groovy Waters,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Victims,
Letta Mbulu,
Ten City,
Ronan,
Judy Mowatt,
Half Japanese,
Negative Approach,
Rosa Yemen,
the Germs,
Barbara Tucker,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Real Kids,
Todd Terry,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Bluetip,
Monolake,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Aloha Tigers,
ABBA,
Gong,
Organ,
Jacob Miller,
Magazine,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Slick Rick,
Bobby Womack,
Danielle Patucci,
Whodini,
Fear,
Ludus,
Livin' Joy,
Rekid,
The Young Rascals,
Porter Ricks,
The Slits,
Gil Scott Heron,
Piero Umiliani,
Flamin' Groovies,
Sun City Girls,
Derrick May,
The Mojo Men,
the Human League,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Index,
The Alarm Clocks,
Neil Young,
Oblivians,
Lebanon Hanover,
Kas Product,
LL Cool J,
Altered Images,
Nation of Ulysses, Nation of Ulysses, Nation of Ulysses, Nation of Ulysses.
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.