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 Israel and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 The Smiths to the techno kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Banda Bassotti. All the underground hits.
All Mars tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Al Stewart record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 an organ and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a New York Dolls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eurythmics,
The Knickerbockers,
The Shadows of Knight,
Ornette Coleman,
Pulsallama,
Kerrie Biddell,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Kayak,
ABC,
Black Moon,
Big Daddy Kane,
Erasure,
David Bowie,
The Names,
Scratch Acid,
Pylon,
Technova,
These Immortal Souls,
Girls At Our Best!,
Sexual Harrassment,
Circle Jerks,
Rapeman,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Slick Rick,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Cowsills,
Juan Atkins,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Misunderstood,
Rod Modell,
The Fortunes,
The Vogues,
The Sound,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Sight & Sound,
Hot Snakes,
Magma,
Joy Division,
Tommy Roe,
Television,
Porter Ricks,
Ralphi Rosario,
Chrome,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Michelle Simonal,
Patti Smith,
The United States of America,
Susan Cadogan,
Agent Orange,
Jeru the Damaja,
Vainqueur,
The Pop Group,
The Index,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Jimmy McGriff,
Ultra Naté,
The Evens,
Wolf Eyes,
Jerry's Kids,
Thee Headcoats,
Stockholm Monsters,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo, Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo, Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo, Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo.
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.