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 Tonga and from Edmonton.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the 808 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 Warren Ellis to the techno kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Juan Atkins. All the underground hits.
All Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Oblivians 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
X-101,
Mission of Burma,
Khruangbin,
The Remains,
the Association,
The Music Machine,
Public Image Ltd.,
Lucky Dragons,
Liliput,
Radiopuhelimet,
Kurtis Blow,
Avey Tare,
Deadbeat,
Deakin,
Jandek,
Procol Harum,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Aural Exciters,
Drive Like Jehu,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Ossler,
Rapeman,
Bizarre Inc.,
Sexual Harrassment,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Donald Byrd,
Erykah Badu,
Masters at Work,
Flamin' Groovies,
Junior Murvin,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Bootsy Collins,
Lightning Bolt,
Nick Fraelich,
Terrestrial Tones,
Dawn Penn,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Johnny Osbourne,
Panda Bear,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
New York Dolls,
Bluetip,
Gang Green,
Sonny Sharrock,
Henry Cow,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Dead Boys,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Buzzcocks,
Black Moon,
Alison Limerick,
Clear Light,
Technova,
John Cale,
Qualms, Qualms, Qualms, Qualms.
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.