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 India and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 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 Hasil Adkins to the crunk 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 Erykah Badu. All the underground hits.
All Girls At Our Best! tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Malaria! 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Heavy D & The Boyz record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
LL Cool J,
Sexual Harrassment,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Lindisfarne,
Mission of Burma,
Juan Atkins,
Davy DMX,
The Slits,
Idris Muhammad,
The New Christs,
Amon Düül II,
Wolf Eyes,
Michelle Simonal,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Loose Ends,
Youth Brigade,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Mr. Review,
The Move,
The Fall,
Suburban Knight,
Bluetip,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Radiopuhelimet,
Jerry's Kids,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Monochrome Set,
Angry Samoans,
James Chance & The Contortions,
X-101,
The Knickerbockers,
Big Daddy Kane,
Mad Mike,
Soul II Soul,
R.M.O.,
The Cramps,
The Toasters,
Ultra Naté,
Minny Pops,
Livin' Joy,
Tubeway Army,
Basic Channel,
Newcleus,
the Swans,
Slick Rick,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
John Lydon,
Clear Light,
Deakin,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Eden Ahbez,
Radiohead,
Eric Dolphy,
Lou Christie,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Essential Logic,
Fad Gadget,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Unwound,
Pet Shop Boys,
New York Dolls,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
David Axelrod, David Axelrod, David Axelrod, David Axelrod.
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.