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 Nigeria and from Taipei.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 guitar 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 David Axelrod to the grunge 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 Sam Rivers. All the underground hits.
All PIL tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nico record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Leaves record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Pus,
Bob Dylan,
Pussy Galore,
Don Cherry,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Bobby Womack,
Danielle Patucci,
Funkadelic,
The Kinks,
Royal Trux,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
X-Ray Spex,
Fat Boys,
Flamin' Groovies,
Gang Green,
Ludus,
Fad Gadget,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Divine Comedy,
The Fugs,
James White and The Blacks,
Wolf Eyes,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Be Bop Deluxe,
X-102,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Schoolly D,
Janne Schatter,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Evens,
Kerri Chandler,
China Crisis,
Joe Finger,
Rites of Spring,
Jeru the Damaja,
Bill Near,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Tropical Tobacco,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Skarface,
Half Japanese,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Stiv Bators,
Susan Cadogan,
Adolescents,
Jeff Mills,
Laurel Aitken,
In Retrospect,
Lou Christie,
Idris Muhammad,
The Stooges,
Ornette Coleman,
Soft Machine,
The Busters,
Lalo Schifrin,
X-101,
Isaac Hayes,
Fela Kuti,
Flash Fearless,
Minnie Riperton,
Monks,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo, Kool G Rap & DJ Polo, Kool G Rap & DJ Polo, Kool G Rap & DJ Polo.
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.