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 Afghanistan and from Beijing.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Seoul.
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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
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 The Stooges to the grunge kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Sonics. All the underground hits.
All Robert Hood tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Angels of Light record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joy Division record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gang of Four,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Buckinghams,
Qualms,
Black Sheep,
Avey Tare,
Sonny Sharrock,
Carl Craig,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Alice Coltrane,
Albert Ayler,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Intrusion,
Kool Moe Dee,
Funky Four + One,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Echospace,
Johnny Osbourne,
Jacob Miller,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Y Pants,
Patti Smith,
Nirvana,
Lee Hazlewood,
MDC,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Henry Cow,
Darondo,
The Detroit Cobras,
Marine Girls,
Theoretical Girls,
China Crisis,
Gong,
Section 25,
Average White Band,
John Coltrane,
Blake Baxter,
Scan 7,
Pere Ubu,
Negative Approach,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Kaleidoscope,
The Names,
Public Image Ltd.,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Lalann,
Sun City Girls,
Yazoo,
Unrelated Segments,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Dual Sessions,
Barbara Tucker,
Kerrie Biddell,
Janne Schatter,
Minny Pops,
Roy Ayers,
Juan Atkins,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Sällskapet,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Glenn Branca,
Kango’s Stein Massive, Kango’s Stein Massive, Kango’s Stein Massive, Kango’s Stein Massive.
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.