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 Tunisia and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 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 Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel to the grime kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Sonic Youth. All the underground hits.
All E-Dancer tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Idris Muhammad 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 mellotron and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gong 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?
Joensuu 1685,
Public Image Ltd.,
Patti Smith,
Black Moon,
The Gap Band,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Angels of Light,
The Invisible,
the Germs,
Joe Finger,
The Alarm Clocks,
Derrick May,
Panda Bear,
U.S. Maple,
Rakim,
Darondo,
Prince Buster,
Roxette,
Ponytail,
The Cure,
Lakeside,
Bad Manners,
Sight & Sound,
Jeff Lynne,
Swell Maps,
Aloha Tigers,
The Slackers,
Dual Sessions,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Aswad,
T.S.O.L.,
Pulsallama,
Aural Exciters,
Yusef Lateef,
Gang Green,
Donald Byrd,
Hardrive,
CMW,
Hot Snakes,
Siglo XX,
Royal Trux,
Dave Gahan,
Ossler,
The Doobie Brothers,
Rufus Thomas,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Aaron Thompson,
Mr. Review,
Pantaleimon,
Massinfluence,
Urselle,
Peter and Kerry,
the Swans,
Bobby Womack,
Sexual Harrassment,
Wire,
Drexciya,
Yazoo,
Marc Almond,
Avey Tare,
Essential Logic,
Brass Construction,
Mission of Burma, Mission of Burma, Mission of Burma, Mission of Burma.
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.