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 Mauritius and from Sao Paulo.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 Kings Of Tomorrow to the rap 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 Sunsets and Hearts. All the underground hits.
All Infiniti tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Circle Jerks 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jerry's Kids record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Severed Heads,
Mantronix,
Reuben Wilson,
Malaria!,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Ornette Coleman,
Soft Cell,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Invisible,
Monks,
The Gladiators,
Neu!,
Gichy Dan,
Trumans Water,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Victims,
The J.B.'s,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Ken Boothe,
Gang Green,
Dual Sessions,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Lungfish,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Au Pairs,
Glenn Branca,
Ludus,
Godley & Creme,
Von Mondo,
The Fall,
The Martian,
Funky Four + One,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Vladislav Delay,
Black Sheep,
Jerry's Kids,
L. Decosne,
Niagra,
Ten City,
Gang of Four,
Scan 7,
Pulsallama,
Heaven 17,
Underground Resistance,
Royal Trux,
The Flesh Eaters,
Arthur Verocai,
Surgeon,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
48th St. Collective,
The Walker Brothers,
Nation of Ulysses,
Bush Tetras,
The Fugs,
The Last Poets,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
U.S. Maple,
Tom Boy,
Crispy Ambulance,
Icehouse,
Make Up, Make Up, Make Up, Make Up.
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.