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 United Kingdom and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle show in London.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Faust to the disco kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 UT. All the underground hits.
All Nik Kershaw tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Beasts of Bourbon 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Maleditus Sound record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Martian,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Doors,
Matthew Bourne,
Tommy Roe,
Urselle,
Flash Fearless,
Zero Boys,
Lindisfarne,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Lightning Bolt,
ABC,
The Techniques,
John Coltrane,
The Gun Club,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Country Teasers,
Suicide,
Black Pus,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Adolescents,
John Lydon,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Das Ding,
Crooked Eye,
Godley & Creme,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Sun City Girls,
Infiniti,
Cecil Taylor,
Glenn Branca,
Schoolly D,
Animal Collective,
Rotary Connection,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Nik Kershaw,
Marmalade,
Hoover,
The Stooges,
Malaria!,
Amon Düül II,
Minnie Riperton,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Ossler,
The Motions,
Sarah Menescal,
Quando Quango,
Faraquet,
Sexual Harrassment,
Max Romeo,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Red Krayola,
Black Moon,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Jacques Brel,
Cameo,
Radiohead,
The Leaves,
Kerri Chandler, Kerri Chandler, Kerri Chandler, Kerri Chandler.
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.