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 Madagascar and from Seoul.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Ronan to the punk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Neil Young & Crazy Horse. All the underground hits.
All Ten City tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sex Pistols record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Cure record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Traffic Nightmare,
Peter and Kerry,
Ultra Naté,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Five Americans,
Royal Trux,
Television,
New Order,
Radiopuhelimet,
H. Thieme,
Iggy Pop,
Babytalk,
Procol Harum,
Absolute Body Control,
Skarface,
Gang Gang Dance,
Groovy Waters,
Liliput,
Kurtis Blow,
Simply Red,
Hardrive,
Sarah Menescal,
Darondo,
Technova,
Ronan,
T.S.O.L.,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Pussy Galore,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Remains,
Kool Moe Dee,
Maurizio,
The Stooges,
Eden Ahbez,
Reagan Youth,
Unwound,
Pantytec,
KRS-One,
Dead Boys,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Sonny Sharrock,
Main Source,
Buzzcocks,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Cure,
Public Enemy,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Joyce Sims,
8 Eyed Spy,
Jerry's Kids,
Marc Almond,
The Buckinghams,
Eric B and Rakim,
Los Fastidios,
Pulsallama,
Kayak,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Bobby Sherman,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Tremeloes,
Lou Christie,
The Names,
Bad Manners, Bad Manners, Bad Manners, Bad Manners.
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.