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 Latvia and from Taipei.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 spring reverb 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 Scratch Acid to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Delta 5. All the underground hits.
All Andrew Hill tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kaleidoscope 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nico record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Inner City,
The Names,
Sight & Sound,
Kurtis Blow,
Boz Scaggs,
Pere Ubu,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Brick,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Unrelated Segments,
Tom Boy,
Rakim,
Prince Buster,
The Black Dice,
Jawbox,
Rufus Thomas,
Organ,
Sonny Sharrock,
Yaz,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
James White and The Blacks,
Erasure,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Barry Ungar,
Thompson Twins,
the Slits,
Echospace,
Excepter,
Rosa Yemen,
Skaos,
Deadbeat,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Young Rascals,
Eve St. Jones,
Bizarre Inc.,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Black Bananas,
Minny Pops,
Gichy Dan,
Duran Duran,
Idris Muhammad,
Scion,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Sonics,
The Dave Clark Five,
Mantronix,
This Heat,
Joey Negro,
Pussy Galore,
Maleditus Sound,
ABC,
Erykah Badu,
Pole,
Bob Dylan,
Gerry Rafferty,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Depeche Mode,
Alison Limerick,
Alphaville,
Jimmy McGriff,
Skarface,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson, Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson, Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson, Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson.
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.