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 Brunei and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia 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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Curtis Mayfield 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 Severed Heads. All the underground hits.
All the Swans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Slits 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Gories record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Oblivians,
Lalann,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Throbbing Gristle,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
In Retrospect,
David Axelrod,
Derrick Morgan,
Deepchord,
Severed Heads,
Sarah Menescal,
The Skatalites,
The Zeros,
Peter & Gordon,
June of 44,
Bootsy Collins,
The Sonics,
Scott Walker,
Lee Hazlewood,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Glenn Branca,
Q and Not U,
Robert Hood,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Technova,
The Blues Magoos,
Sugar Minott,
Sister Nancy,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Moby Grape,
The Young Rascals,
Charles Mingus,
Audionom,
cv313,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
JFA,
Terry Callier,
John Cale,
Lakeside,
Michelle Simonal,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Soft Machine,
Pantaleimon,
Shoche,
Interpol,
Blossom Toes,
Amazonics,
The Gap Band,
Aaron Thompson,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Connie Case,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Fire Engines,
Faraquet,
Stiv Bators,
Sparks,
The Cure,
Dorothy Ashby,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Maurizio,
Kaleidoscope,
The Litter, The Litter, The Litter, The Litter.
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.