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 Libya and from Taipei.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Agitation Free to the electroclash 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 the Sonics. All the underground hits.
All The Invisible tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ultramagnetic MC's record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Country Joe & The Fish record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Monolake,
Hot Snakes,
Mark Hollis,
Rod Modell,
Juan Atkins,
Trumans Water,
The United States of America,
The Moleskins,
The Searchers,
Scan 7,
Television,
Young Marble Giants,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
John Coltrane,
Bob Dylan,
UT,
Black Flag,
Barclay James Harvest,
Patti Smith,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Franke,
Arcadia,
John Lydon,
The Flesh Eaters,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Black Pus,
Flash Fearless,
Toni Rubio,
Pagans,
Mr. Review,
Bang On A Can,
Fort Wilson Riot,
La Düsseldorf,
Ornette Coleman,
Vladislav Delay,
The Techniques,
Faust,
the Slits,
The Knickerbockers,
Half Japanese,
Leonard Cohen,
Ice-T,
The Busters,
Oneida,
Simply Red,
Tears for Fears,
L. Decosne,
Bobby Byrd,
Surgeon,
Deakin,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Anakelly,
Lungfish,
Buzzcocks,
Goldenarms,
Severed Heads,
Harmonia,
Saccharine Trust,
Idris Muhammad,
FM Einheit,
Spoonie Gee,
Eden Ahbez,
The Vogues, The Vogues, The Vogues, The Vogues.
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.