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 Austria and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 linndrum 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 Howard Jones to the electroclash kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Eric B and Rakim. All the underground hits.
All June Days tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Motorama record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Angry Samoans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fat Boys,
LL Cool J,
The Move,
Boredoms,
Gil Scott Heron,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Blackbyrds,
Lightning Bolt,
Reagan Youth,
Sister Nancy,
CMW,
The Dave Clark Five,
Fluxion,
Supertramp,
Neil Young,
Unwound,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
EPMD,
Chris & Cosey,
James White and The Blacks,
The Smoke,
Patti Smith,
Section 25,
MDC,
Brand Nubian,
The Neon Judgement,
Inner City,
The Electric Prunes,
Crispy Ambulance,
The New Christs,
The Alarm Clocks,
the Bar-Kays,
Joe Smooth,
Eden Ahbez,
Colin Newman,
Mary Jane Girls,
Spandau Ballet,
Sex Pistols,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
John Lydon,
Eddi Front,
Arthur Verocai,
Terrestrial Tones,
the Sonics,
Maurizio,
The Grass Roots,
New Order,
The Last Poets,
Nation of Ulysses,
Bang On A Can,
Wasted Youth,
Hashim,
Severed Heads,
Oneida,
Eric B and Rakim,
Jandek,
Radiohead,
DJ Style,
OOIOO,
Kurtis Blow,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Kinks, The Kinks, The Kinks, The Kinks.
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.