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 Lithuania and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 guitar 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 Bang On A Can to the techno 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 Justin Hinds & The Dominoes. All the underground hits.
All R.M.O. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ultimate Spinach record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Moody Blues record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Unwound,
Groovy Waters,
La Düsseldorf,
Radiohead,
Japan,
Circle Jerks,
Roger Hodgson,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
DJ Style,
Joe Finger,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Morten Harket,
Dennis Brown,
The Beau Brummels,
EPMD,
The Sonics,
Accadde A,
the Swans,
Bobby Womack,
Ronan,
The Fall,
Supertramp,
Stiv Bators,
Soul Sonic Force,
Charles Mingus,
Public Enemy,
Rites of Spring,
Letta Mbulu,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Velvet Underground,
Absolute Body Control,
10cc,
OOIOO,
Radiopuhelimet,
KRS-One,
The J.B.'s,
Ponytail,
Black Flag,
Aaron Thompson,
Smog,
Pulsallama,
Crispian St. Peters,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Stockholm Monsters,
Young Marble Giants,
Angry Samoans,
The Monochrome Set,
The Detroit Cobras,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Sällskapet,
the Human League,
Youth Brigade,
Sexual Harrassment,
Average White Band,
Kerrie Biddell,
Guru Guru,
Magazine,
Vainqueur,
The Shadows of Knight,
Chrome,
The Dead C,
Toni Rubio,
U.S. Maple,
Ohio Players, Ohio Players, Ohio Players, Ohio Players.
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.