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 Gabon 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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 guitar 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 Rod Modell to the crunk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 The Index. All the underground hits.
All Pussy Galore tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nirvana record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 güiro and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cal Tjader record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Massinfluence,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Remains,
Agent Orange,
Eric B and Rakim,
Pylon,
Altered Images,
Second Layer,
Jeff Mills,
Audionom,
K-Klass,
Whodini,
Theoretical Girls,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Tubeway Army,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Vladislav Delay,
Frankie Knuckles,
Minnie Riperton,
Quadrant,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Godley & Creme,
Derrick Morgan,
The Victims,
Marcia Griffiths,
Country Joe & The Fish,
John Lydon,
Radiopuhelimet,
Suicide,
World's Most,
The Gun Club,
LL Cool J,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Moby Grape,
Technova,
The Cure,
Soft Cell,
Deadbeat,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Aswad,
8 Eyed Spy,
the Association,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Sonics,
The Searchers,
Jeff Lynne,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Fatback Band,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Young Marble Giants,
Excepter,
Roxy Music,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Siglo XX,
OOIOO,
Mantronix,
Eve St. Jones,
Joe Smooth,
Tommy Roe,
the Soft Cell,
cv313, cv313, cv313, cv313.
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.