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 Indonesia and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 Mad Mike to the jazz kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Black Flag. All the underground hits.
All Jawbox tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every L. Decosne 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 linndrum and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kerri Chandler record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lou Reed & John Cale,
June Days,
Hardrive,
Amon Düül,
Ralphi Rosario,
T. Rex,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Lou Christie,
Barclay James Harvest,
Crispian St. Peters,
Con Funk Shun,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Terrestrial Tones,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Stetsasonic,
Pantytec,
Pussy Galore,
Eurythmics,
Stereo Dub,
Spoonie Gee,
Roxy Music,
The Fall,
Bobby Womack,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Arcadia,
Oblivians,
Sex Pistols,
John Cale,
LL Cool J,
Hoover,
Moss Icon,
Aswad,
Supertramp,
Black Bananas,
Marvin Gaye,
Todd Terry,
Young Marble Giants,
Shuggie Otis,
Half Japanese,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Chrome,
Maurizio,
Wolf Eyes,
Danielle Patucci,
Television Personalities,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Eddi Front,
Intrusion,
Glambeats Corp.,
Soft Machine,
Rapeman,
The Last Poets,
Guru Guru,
Sandy B,
Clear Light,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Faust,
Y Pants,
The Monochrome Set,
Joe Smooth, Joe Smooth, Joe Smooth, Joe Smooth.
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.