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 Bahrain and from Jakarta.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
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 Roy Ayers Ubiquity to the disco kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 The Wake. All the underground hits.
All Brick tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gong 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 güiro and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Lydon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Carl Craig,
Danielle Patucci,
The Walker Brothers,
Crispian St. Peters,
Faust,
Brand Nubian,
The Barracudas,
Archie Shepp,
Soft Machine,
The Detroit Cobras,
Kurtis Blow,
Clear Light,
Groovy Waters,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Moss Icon,
The Fire Engines,
Terry Callier,
Yazoo,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Grass Roots,
Maurizio,
Black Moon,
Underground Resistance,
Alice Coltrane,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
PIL,
Electric Light Orchestra,
DJ Sneak,
Niagra,
Camouflage,
Ice-T,
The Monks,
Das Ding,
Crispy Ambulance,
Icehouse,
Banda Bassotti,
Maleditus Sound,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
the Association,
World's Most,
June of 44,
U.S. Maple,
The Trojans,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Invisible,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Black Dice,
Tears for Fears,
The Moody Blues,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Move,
Hoover,
Essential Logic,
Kaleidoscope,
Vainqueur,
Brothers Johnson,
Minny Pops,
Sonny Sharrock,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Slits, The Slits, The Slits, The Slits.
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.