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 Romania and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
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 Throbbing Gristle to the disco kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Metal Thangz. All the underground hits.
All Radio Birdman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pagans record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jacques Brel record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Con Funk Shun,
Sex Pistols,
Average White Band,
Tim Buckley,
Kool Moe Dee,
Niagra,
David McCallum,
Man Parrish,
Kevin Saunderson,
Arcadia,
Leonard Cohen,
Bob Dylan,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Gories,
John Lydon,
Camberwell Now,
The Fall,
The Fuzztones,
Anthony Braxton,
The Pretty Things,
Sonic Youth,
Hasil Adkins,
Groovy Waters,
Chris & Cosey,
Essential Logic,
Shoche,
Wally Richardson,
Cymande,
Thompson Twins,
Massinfluence,
Das Ding,
Whodini,
cv313,
Minny Pops,
Camouflage,
Cybotron,
Slick Rick,
Model 500,
Kurtis Blow,
Siglo XX,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Byron Stingily,
Barrington Levy,
Bobby Womack,
Basic Channel,
Ponytail,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Big Daddy Kane,
Spandau Ballet,
The Red Krayola,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Boredoms,
Popol Vuh,
Robert Hood,
Scan 7,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Public Enemy, Public Enemy, Public Enemy, Public Enemy.
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.