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 Russia and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Notorious Big And Bone Thugs to the techno kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Ash Ra Tempel. All the underground hits.
All The Moleskins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lafayette Afro Rock Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 synthesizer and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin 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 Invisible,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Reuben Wilson,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Wake,
Pantytec,
Mary Jane Girls,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Girls At Our Best!,
Danielle Patucci,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Blues Magoos,
Lou Reed,
The Last Poets,
The Five Americans,
Robert Wyatt,
Delon & Dalcan,
Silicon Teens,
Nirvana,
Robert Görl,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Al Stewart,
Robert Hood,
Severed Heads,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
John Cale,
Bill Wells,
Goldenarms,
Alice Coltrane,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Nils Olav,
Bobby Womack,
Sixth Finger,
Monolake,
Minor Threat,
Easy Going,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Count Five,
Barrington Levy,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Marshall Jefferson,
Agent Orange,
The Birthday Party,
The Star Department,
Dead Boys,
Grandmaster Flash,
Flash Fearless,
Dorothy Ashby,
Donny Hathaway,
Lungfish,
Thompson Twins,
Bad Manners,
Tomorrow,
Rekid,
Gregory Isaacs,
Judy Mowatt,
Duran Duran,
Liliput,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Avey Tare,
ABC,
Amon Düül II, Amon Düül II, Amon Düül II, Amon Düül II.
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.