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 Pakistan and from Lille.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 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 Oppenheimer Analysis to the grime kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Mandrill. All the underground hits.
All Lou Reed & John Cale tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Flamin' Groovies 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Flag record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Minnie Riperton,
Donny Hathaway,
Slick Rick,
Joey Negro,
Reagan Youth,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Mojo Men,
Arthur Verocai,
Franke,
The Modern Lovers,
Junior Murvin,
Rekid,
Mr. Review,
Gang Green,
Darondo,
Gang of Four,
Cluster,
The Sisters of Mercy,
This Heat,
The Music Machine,
Aswad,
Moebius,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
48th St. Collective,
June of 44,
Ornette Coleman,
Quantec,
Sister Nancy,
Visage,
Mo-Dettes,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Detroit Cobras,
Malaria!,
New Order,
Rosa Yemen,
Das Ding,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Faraquet,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Roxette,
The Leaves,
Technova,
Blake Baxter,
Barry Ungar,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
These Immortal Souls,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Tomorrow,
Wolf Eyes,
Joe Smooth,
Eric Copeland,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Residents,
Stetsasonic,
Lee Hazlewood,
Smog,
Steve Hackett,
Tropical Tobacco,
Soulsonic Force,
Vainqueur,
Wasted Youth,
Unwound,
Harmonia, Harmonia, Harmonia, Harmonia.
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.