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 Uzbekistan and from Toronto.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 Tom Verlaine 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 Teenage Jesus and the Jerks to the techno 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 Spandau Ballet. All the underground hits.
All The Trojans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kas Product record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 guitar and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Negative Approach record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Moss Icon,
Toni Rubio,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Hardrive,
8 Eyed Spy,
Johnny Clarke,
Hasil Adkins,
Joe Finger,
Jeru the Damaja,
Minny Pops,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Crooked Eye,
Tomorrow,
Deadbeat,
Anthony Braxton,
Harry Pussy,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Cowsills,
Y Pants,
Subhumans,
X-Ray Spex,
Frankie Knuckles,
Ice-T,
Country Teasers,
Peter and Kerry,
Blancmange,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Chrome,
Nas,
Quando Quango,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Vladislav Delay,
Matthew Bourne,
Fugazi,
Barbara Tucker,
The Durutti Column,
The Shadows of Knight,
Yusef Lateef,
A Certain Ratio,
Rotary Connection,
Faraquet,
Metal Thangz,
Mars,
The Standells,
Simply Red,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Dead C,
Drexciya,
Scientists,
Pole,
Royal Trux,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Flamin' Groovies,
Soft Machine,
Accadde A,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Pere Ubu,
DJ Style,
Freddie Wadling,
The Jesus and Mary Chain, The Jesus and Mary Chain, The Jesus and Mary Chain, The Jesus and Mary Chain.
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.