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 Antigua and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
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 Gang Green 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 Pylon. All the underground hits.
All PIL tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fire Engines record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pharoah Sanders record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Massinfluence,
Lou Reed,
Agent Orange,
The Neon Judgement,
Rotary Connection,
Y Pants,
John Holt,
Young Marble Giants,
Crime,
Monolake,
OOIOO,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Harmonia,
Neu!,
Bill Near,
Freddie Wadling,
H. Thieme,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Stereo Dub,
Alphaville,
Deepchord,
Funky Four + One,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Silicon Teens,
The Fortunes,
Terry Callier,
Ultra Naté,
Camouflage,
Wasted Youth,
Altered Images,
Todd Terry,
Fluxion,
Big Daddy Kane,
the Association,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Piero Umiliani,
Matthew Bourne,
The Walker Brothers,
Rosa Yemen,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Sonic Youth,
Johnny Clarke,
Rites of Spring,
the Sonics,
A Certain Ratio,
Q and Not U,
The Happenings,
CMW,
Joey Negro,
Sällskapet,
The Kinks,
Harry Pussy,
Thompson Twins,
Hot Snakes,
The Seeds,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
PIL,
The Knickerbockers,
The Monks,
Section 25,
Nils Olav,
Throbbing Gristle, Throbbing Gristle, Throbbing Gristle, Throbbing Gristle.
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.