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 Costa Rica and from Delhi.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the sitar 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 Joyce Sims 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 Make Up. All the underground hits.
All Lungfish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Spandau Ballet record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lebanon Hanover record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Parry Music,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Schoolly D,
Gong,
The Techniques,
The Sonics,
Stockholm Monsters,
Patti Smith,
Technova,
The Offenders,
Kenny Larkin,
The Gories,
Drive Like Jehu,
Lee Hazlewood,
Iggy Pop,
The Slackers,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Letta Mbulu,
Althea and Donna,
The Fire Engines,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Ice-T,
The Fugs,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Matthew Bourne,
Thee Headcoats,
Yellowson,
Michelle Simonal,
Roy Ayers,
The Skatalites,
Underground Resistance,
Loose Ends,
The Invisible,
Brick,
The Wake,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Moleskins,
X-102,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
FM Einheit,
Second Layer,
Colin Newman,
Banda Bassotti,
The Cosmic Jokers,
48th St. Collective,
Smog,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
DNA,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
cv313,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Rakim,
Fear,
Quadrant,
Marshall Jefferson,
Scratch Acid,
Mandrill,
James White and The Blacks,
Altered Images,
Organ, Organ, Organ, Organ.
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.