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 Somalia and from Tokyo.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 oboe 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 Sex Pistols to the techno kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Tom Boy. All the underground hits.
All Newcleus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cal Tjader 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Aural Exciters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Fat Boys,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Lindisfarne,
Junior Murvin,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Audionom,
Intrusion,
Minutemen,
Bluetip,
Harmonia,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Bad Manners,
Wally Richardson,
Mars,
Livin' Joy,
Yellowson,
Alison Limerick,
Suburban Knight,
Tommy Roe,
Nils Olav,
Dawn Penn,
Jimmy McGriff,
Delta 5,
Can,
Slave,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
48th St. Collective,
Mo-Dettes,
Michelle Simonal,
Boogie Down Productions,
These Immortal Souls,
X-101,
Dual Sessions,
Glenn Branca,
The Residents,
Marc Almond,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Sandy B,
Byron Stingily,
Gang Green,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Fifty Foot Hose,
D'Angelo,
China Crisis,
The Shadows of Knight,
Pere Ubu,
Nas,
Outsiders,
The Names,
Bill Wells,
Marshall Jefferson,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Trumans Water,
The Pop Group,
JFA,
This Heat,
Faraquet,
Drexciya,
Jawbox,
Absolute Body Control,
Soft Machine, Soft Machine, Soft Machine, Soft Machine.
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.