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 Namibia and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 spring reverb 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 Moss Icon to the rap 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 The Slackers. All the underground hits.
All Magma tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobby Byrd 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scott Walker record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
DJ Style,
Kaleidoscope,
Oblivians,
The Blackbyrds,
Tres Demented,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Bobby Sherman,
Max Romeo,
Mars,
Mr. Review,
Gastr Del Sol,
Gang Starr,
Delon & Dalcan,
Jeff Lynne,
Electric Prunes,
The Birthday Party,
Los Fastidios,
Toni Rubio,
Metal Thangz,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Albert Ayler,
PIL,
Silicon Teens,
Skarface,
Sonny Sharrock,
Gang Green,
Aswad,
Peter & Gordon,
Half Japanese,
Stockholm Monsters,
LL Cool J,
Marshall Jefferson,
Arthur Verocai,
Dorothy Ashby,
Public Enemy,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Grass Roots,
Tommy Roe,
Lyres,
Monolake,
Mary Jane Girls,
Sugar Minott,
The Happenings,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Bronski Beat,
Rotary Connection,
Japan,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Toasters,
Tim Buckley,
Cheater Slicks,
John Lydon,
Masters at Work,
Make Up,
Monks,
Audionom,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Vogues,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Man Parrish,
L. Decosne,
Glenn Branca,
James White and The Blacks,
Tomorrow, Tomorrow, Tomorrow, Tomorrow.
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.