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 Dominican Republic and from Bologna.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 John Coltrane to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Sister Nancy. All the underground hits.
All Public Enemy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Index record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 an organ and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a ABC record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Subhumans,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Dave Gahan,
The Doors,
These Immortal Souls,
Audionom,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Slits,
Deakin,
Hoover,
Roxy Music,
Joe Finger,
The Searchers,
Half Japanese,
Outsiders,
Mad Mike,
Sixth Finger,
Sun Ra,
Groovy Waters,
Ultra Naté,
Marc Almond,
Soft Cell,
Eurythmics,
Curtis Mayfield,
D'Angelo,
The Seeds,
The Names,
LL Cool J,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Detroit Cobras,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Pantaleimon,
the Slits,
Brand Nubian,
Pierre Henry,
Laurel Aitken,
The Mojo Men,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Boredoms,
Yellowson,
8 Eyed Spy,
Motorama,
Derrick Morgan,
Aural Exciters,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Gladiators,
Black Bananas,
Section 25,
The Last Poets,
The Raincoats,
Stereo Dub,
The Cramps,
K-Klass,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Litter,
Bootsy Collins,
Lou Reed,
Bill Near,
Yazoo,
The Gun Club,
Piero Umiliani, Piero Umiliani, Piero Umiliani, Piero Umiliani.
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.