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 Ghana and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 theremin 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 Pharoah Sanders to the grime kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Brick. All the underground hits.
All Sexual Harrassment tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Stereo Dub record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Swans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lindisfarne,
Nation of Ulysses,
L. Decosne,
E-Dancer,
Slave,
New York Dolls,
Ice-T,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Offenders,
T.S.O.L.,
Visage,
Sly & The Family Stone,
John Cale,
The Slits,
UT,
The Blues Magoos,
Joe Finger,
Eurythmics,
Metal Thangz,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Radio Birdman,
Black Pus,
Hashim,
Cabaret Voltaire,
kango's stein massive,
Skriet,
New Age Steppers,
Gang of Four,
Model 500,
Flipper,
The Moleskins,
Cymande,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
T. Rex,
Sonic Youth,
The Saints,
Lakeside,
The Mummies,
Eddi Front,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Joe Smooth,
Swans,
The Stooges,
OOIOO,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Terry Callier,
Aloha Tigers,
Davy DMX,
Juan Atkins,
Mission of Burma,
Kenny Larkin,
The Victims,
The United States of America,
Index,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
New Order,
Moss Icon, Moss Icon, Moss Icon, Moss Icon.
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.