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 China and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron 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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 harpsichord 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 The Standells to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon. All the underground hits.
All Pylon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every K-Klass 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jeru the Damaja record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
DNA,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Marvin Gaye,
Camouflage,
Kayak,
John Holt,
10cc,
Procol Harum,
Easy Going,
Smog,
the Normal,
The Trojans,
Gichy Dan,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Dave Gahan,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Cheater Slicks,
Aural Exciters,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Moebius,
Warsaw,
Dawn Penn,
OOIOO,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Matthew Halsall,
Henry Cow,
Echospace,
Fear,
Pagans,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Bootsy Collins,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Roy Ayers,
Kerri Chandler,
Rekid,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Rapeman,
Gang Green,
Fad Gadget,
Colin Newman,
Al Stewart,
Minutemen,
UT,
Peter and Kerry,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Young Marble Giants,
The Smoke,
Trumans Water,
Unrelated Segments,
Jesper Dahlback,
Warren Ellis,
Drexciya,
The Barracudas,
Essential Logic,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Toni Rubio, Toni Rubio, Toni Rubio, Toni Rubio.
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.