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 Slovenia and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 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 Wasted Youth to the rock kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Iggy Pop. All the underground hits.
All Colin Newman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gang Green 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Harpers Bizarre,
The Trojans,
Cymande,
Mo-Dettes,
Anthony Braxton,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Das Ding,
New York Dolls,
Bang On A Can,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Banda Bassotti,
The Pop Group,
Graham Central Station,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Erasure,
Mars,
Pharoah Sanders,
Gichy Dan,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Soft Cell,
Jawbox,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Tom Boy,
Slave,
The Victims,
Jeru the Damaja,
Stetsasonic,
Alice Coltrane,
Drexciya,
F. McDonald,
Toni Rubio,
Harmonia,
Jandek,
Accadde A,
Deakin,
The Birthday Party,
Young Marble Giants,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Kool Moe Dee,
Big Daddy Kane,
Marc Almond,
Barrington Levy,
Radiopuhelimet,
Vainqueur,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
X-101,
Barclay James Harvest,
Soft Machine,
Jerry's Kids,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Heaven 17,
ABC,
Mr. Review,
Gang Starr,
Johnny Osbourne,
Hoover,
World's Most,
Qualms,
Terry Callier,
Sun City Girls,
David Bowie,
Japan,
Yusef Lateef,
B.T. Express, B.T. Express, B.T. Express, B.T. Express.
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.