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 Singapore and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 organ 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 Toasters to the techno 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 Pulsallama. All the underground hits.
All Jacob Miller tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Boogie Down Productions 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 '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 The Golliwogs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Stooges,
Alice Coltrane,
Porter Ricks,
Fifty Foot Hose,
UT,
Neu!,
Gastr Del Sol,
Robert Hood,
the Human League,
Dennis Brown,
Minnie Riperton,
Sun Ra,
Barbara Tucker,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Harpers Bizarre,
Ponytail,
Eurythmics,
The Black Dice,
Sällskapet,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Blues Magoos,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
KRS-One,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
LL Cool J,
Skaos,
Deakin,
Todd Terry,
Mark Hollis,
One Last Wish,
Boredoms,
MC5,
Fugazi,
Barclay James Harvest,
Bronski Beat,
New Age Steppers,
ABC,
The Neon Judgement,
Metal Thangz,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Ice-T,
Piero Umiliani,
The Tremeloes,
La Düsseldorf,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
In Retrospect,
Trumans Water,
Byron Stingily,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Jerry's Kids,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Crispian St. Peters,
Camberwell Now,
Connie Case,
Nas,
Outsiders,
Unwound,
Dawn Penn,
The Residents,
Matthew Halsall,
Jerry Gold Smith, Jerry Gold Smith, Jerry Gold Smith, Jerry Gold Smith.
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.