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 Bolivia and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 Seoul and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 808 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 David McCallum to the punk 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 Yaz. All the underground hits.
All New York Dolls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pantytec 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Victims record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Gabor Szabo,
Leonard Cohen,
UT,
The Knickerbockers,
Skaos,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Shuggie Otis,
The Tremeloes,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Dave Clark Five,
Dual Sessions,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Accadde A,
Graham Central Station,
Eddi Front,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
World's Most,
Unwound,
Can,
Aural Exciters,
Johnny Clarke,
The Smiths,
Qualms,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Associates,
Throbbing Gristle,
Anthony Braxton,
Khruangbin,
Roxette,
Terrestrial Tones,
Fugazi,
Roy Ayers,
Robert Görl,
Idris Muhammad,
Nation of Ulysses,
Marvin Gaye,
Minor Threat,
Yellowson,
The Fall,
The Busters,
Aloha Tigers,
Bill Wells,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Bobby Womack,
Barclay James Harvest,
Ronan,
Kayak,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Jimmy McGriff,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Pharoah Sanders,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Buckinghams,
Bad Manners,
Sight & Sound,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Youth Brigade,
Tubeway Army,
Anakelly,
Rod Modell, Rod Modell, Rod Modell, Rod Modell.
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.