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 Namibia and from Beijing.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Paris.
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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Black Moon to the techno kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Dawn Penn. All the underground hits.
All The Mighty Diamonds tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Symarip record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pole record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Tremeloes,
Hashim,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Crime,
Mandrill,
Jeru the Damaja,
Fear,
Andrew Hill,
the Germs,
Inner City,
Connie Case,
These Immortal Souls,
R.M.O.,
Todd Terry,
The Residents,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Shuggie Otis,
The Moody Blues,
The Cramps,
The Divine Comedy,
Kurtis Blow,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Smiths,
The Skatalites,
Tres Demented,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Marcia Griffiths,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Outsiders,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Amon Düül,
X-101,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Jacob Miller,
Television Personalities,
The Sound,
Section 25,
Clear Light,
Amon Düül II,
Bobby Womack,
Main Source,
Sun Ra,
Arab on Radar,
The J.B.'s,
Bobby Sherman,
Scion,
Y Pants,
Stiv Bators,
Moss Icon,
The Busters,
World's Most,
Roxette,
The Beau Brummels,
Pole,
Yusef Lateef,
Jimmy McGriff,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Public Enemy,
Ornette Coleman,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Detroit Cobras,
Traffic Nightmare, Traffic Nightmare, Traffic Nightmare, Traffic Nightmare.
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.