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 Mongolia and from New York.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the snare 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 Sonics to the rock kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 June of 44. All the underground hits.
All Stockholm Monsters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Moebius record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Liaisons Dangereuses 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?
A Certain Ratio,
Swans,
Ituana,
Pantaleimon,
Skriet,
Bizarre Inc.,
Bauhaus,
Amon Düül II,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Agent Orange,
China Crisis,
Soul Sonic Force,
the Swans,
Sam Rivers,
Maurizio,
Mars,
Niagra,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Residents,
Godley & Creme,
Scion,
Spoonie Gee,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Move,
Lucky Dragons,
Moby Grape,
Matthew Bourne,
Brothers Johnson,
Donald Byrd,
Boredoms,
CMW,
Lebanon Hanover,
Whodini,
Groovy Waters,
Flash Fearless,
Bobbi Humphrey,
MDC,
Gichy Dan,
The Red Krayola,
The Slackers,
Harmonia,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Jawbox,
The Toasters,
Mandrill,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Golliwogs,
Stiv Bators,
Drexciya,
Curtis Mayfield,
Gang Green,
Audionom,
Mantronix,
Laurel Aitken,
Saccharine Trust,
Reagan Youth,
Desert Stars,
Brass Construction,
The Neon Judgement,
Scott Walker,
UT,
LL Cool J,
Warren Ellis, Warren Ellis, Warren Ellis, Warren Ellis.
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.