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 Luxembourg and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Josef K to the jazz 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 Tears for Fears. All the underground hits.
All 8 Eyed Spy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joyce Sims 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobby Byrd record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pantytec,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Victims,
Panda Bear,
Swell Maps,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Rotary Connection,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Qualms,
Pet Shop Boys,
Oblivians,
the Normal,
Khruangbin,
Terry Callier,
Bizarre Inc.,
Radiohead,
Jawbox,
Funkadelic,
Tom Boy,
Chrome,
Reuben Wilson,
The Litter,
JFA,
The Doobie Brothers,
DNA,
Dave Gahan,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Alton Ellis,
Cluster,
Bauhaus,
Moby Grape,
Main Source,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Warren Ellis,
Sun City Girls,
The Gap Band,
Ossler,
Max Romeo,
Wasted Youth,
Yellowson,
UT,
Q and Not U,
The Black Dice,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Can,
F. McDonald,
Harry Pussy,
Nico,
Section 25,
Lebanon Hanover,
Henry Cow,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Modern Lovers,
Desert Stars,
Marmalade,
The Sound,
Rites of Spring,
Sonny Sharrock,
Au Pairs,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
John Lydon,
Faraquet,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family, Angels of Light & Akron/Family, Angels of Light & Akron/Family, Angels of Light & Akron/Family.
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.