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 Serbia and from Philadelphia.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Slackers to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Kings Of Tomorrow. All the underground hits.
All ABBA tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Thee Headcoats 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 a spring reverb and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lou Reed record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Public Image Ltd.,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Skaos,
MDC,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Symarip,
Basic Channel,
The Doobie Brothers,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
CMW,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
MC5,
Charles Mingus,
The Sonics,
Erasure,
John Foxx,
Theoretical Girls,
Piero Umiliani,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Modern Lovers,
Mission of Burma,
Subhumans,
Sugar Minott,
Donald Byrd,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
K-Klass,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Barclay James Harvest,
Soft Machine,
Neu!,
Idris Muhammad,
Eurythmics,
Make Up,
Avey Tare,
DNA,
Aural Exciters,
Fear,
Smog,
Popol Vuh,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Eric B and Rakim,
Hoover,
B.T. Express,
Underground Resistance,
Gang Green,
Dead Boys,
Tubeway Army,
Bobby Womack,
Ohio Players,
Andrew Hill,
Hashim,
The Vogues,
Qualms,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Severed Heads,
The Kinks,
kango's stein massive,
Electric Prunes,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Tropical Tobacco,
Big Daddy Kane, Big Daddy Kane, Big Daddy Kane, Big Daddy Kane.
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.