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 Macedonia and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Ice-T to the electroclash kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Bluetip. All the underground hits.
All The Blues Magoos tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Isaac Hayes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fad Gadget record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rapeman,
Gregory Isaacs,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Minny Pops,
Peter & Gordon,
Radio Birdman,
ABBA,
Josef K,
The Black Dice,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Interpol,
Darondo,
The Raincoats,
The J.B.'s,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Bauhaus,
Carl Craig,
Niagra,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Fugs,
Pulsallama,
Donny Hathaway,
Easy Going,
The Associates,
Tomorrow,
Magma,
Brand Nubian,
Prince Buster,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Doors,
Franke,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Sam Rivers,
Jawbox,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Excepter,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Minor Threat,
The Doobie Brothers,
Model 500,
Eve St. Jones,
Adolescents,
B.T. Express,
Grauzone,
Flipper,
Bang On A Can,
Section 25,
Youth Brigade,
Max Romeo,
Inner City,
Archie Shepp,
Hardrive,
Subhumans,
Parry Music,
Porter Ricks,
Spandau Ballet,
DJ Sneak,
Dead Boys,
The Pop Group,
Warsaw,
Au Pairs, Au Pairs, Au Pairs, Au Pairs.
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.