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 Luxembourg and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the snare 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 Sonics to the punk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 JFA. All the underground hits.
All Mantronix tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nirvana record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Throbbing Gristle record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Todd Terry,
Eric B and Rakim,
Gang Green,
Ludus,
Ituana,
A Certain Ratio,
Soft Machine,
Lindisfarne,
Ultimate Spinach,
Lower 48,
Bobby Womack,
New York Dolls,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Fear,
Delon & Dalcan,
Ultravox,
Cybotron,
Zapp,
Cluster,
The Music Machine,
The Litter,
The Residents,
The Dead C,
LL Cool J,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Cramps,
James White and The Blacks,
Roxy Music,
Stereo Dub,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Slackers,
EPMD,
Quando Quango,
PIL,
Glenn Branca,
Slave,
Lungfish,
Dennis Brown,
Idris Muhammad,
The Blues Magoos,
World's Most,
Ralphi Rosario,
Subhumans,
Michelle Simonal,
L. Decosne,
Bauhaus,
Organ,
Skriet,
Underground Resistance,
The Velvet Underground,
Quadrant,
Godley & Creme,
Smog,
Moby Grape,
John Lydon,
Fugazi,
Mandrill,
D'Angelo,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Kinks,
Donny Hathaway,
Roxette,
Yaz,
Derrick Morgan, Derrick Morgan, Derrick Morgan, Derrick Morgan.
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.