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 Malaysia and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 808 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 The Flesh Eaters to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Fad Gadget. All the underground hits.
All The J.B.'s tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Metal Thangz 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Crime record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Erykah Badu,
June of 44,
The Trojans,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Chris Corsano,
Rapeman,
Icehouse,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Music Machine,
Avey Tare,
Massinfluence,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Metal Thangz,
F. McDonald,
The Tremeloes,
Jeff Mills,
The Wake,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Bobby Womack,
Kerrie Biddell,
Goldenarms,
Mandrill,
Bobby Hutcherson,
New Age Steppers,
Quadrant,
Lakeside,
The Golliwogs,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Patti Smith,
Dave Gahan,
The Fall,
Smog,
the Association,
Country Teasers,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Subhumans,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Zero Boys,
Joe Finger,
JFA,
Pantytec,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Kaleidoscope,
EPMD,
Scion,
Sexual Harrassment,
Inner City,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Lindisfarne,
Marine Girls,
Ronnie Foster,
Whodini,
Nas,
Ossler,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Arthur Verocai,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Lucky Dragons,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Spoonie Gee,
Funky Four + One,
The Offenders,
Y Pants, Y Pants, Y Pants, Y Pants.
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.