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 Canada and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Sonic Youth to the techno 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 Main Source. All the underground hits.
All Goldenarms tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Monochrome Set 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Fuzztones record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bill Near,
Animal Collective,
Lebanon Hanover,
James White and The Blacks,
The Cramps,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Electric Prunes,
Stereo Dub,
The Victims,
Porter Ricks,
Glenn Branca,
Nick Fraelich,
Drive Like Jehu,
Skaos,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Suburban Knight,
Dead Boys,
Chris Corsano,
Von Mondo,
Whodini,
Gichy Dan,
Lyres,
Roxy Music,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Lee Hazlewood,
Jandek,
Tom Boy,
DJ Sneak,
Arcadia,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Vainqueur,
The Birthday Party,
The Selecter,
Interpol,
Crooked Eye,
Brass Construction,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Maleditus Sound,
Eric B and Rakim,
Delon & Dalcan,
La Düsseldorf,
The Neon Judgement,
Sexual Harrassment,
Barbara Tucker,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
MC5,
Ultimate Spinach,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Groovy Waters,
Amazonics,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Donny Hathaway,
Throbbing Gristle,
Mr. Review,
Andrew Hill,
Sonny Sharrock,
DNA,
Ten City,
Accadde A,
Unwound,
Toni Rubio,
Robert Görl,
Q and Not U, Q and Not U, Q and Not U, Q and Not U.
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.