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 Seychelles and from Salvador.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Roger Hodgson to the funk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Spandau Ballet. All the underground hits.
All The Pop Group tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every DJ Style record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 a güiro and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Swans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Andrew Hill,
MDC,
Quando Quango,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Kas Product,
The Selecter,
Infiniti,
the Swans,
Dead Boys,
T.S.O.L.,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Banda Bassotti,
The Standells,
Popol Vuh,
the Fania All-Stars,
Soulsonic Force,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Alton Ellis,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Archie Shepp,
The Fuzztones,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Japan,
Barrington Levy,
Yusef Lateef,
cv313,
The Mojo Men,
Maurizio,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Kerri Chandler,
Organ,
Maleditus Sound,
the Sonics,
Black Pus,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Eden Ahbez,
Electric Prunes,
Jandek,
The Dirtbombs,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Prince Buster,
Visage,
The Move,
Monks,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Doors,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Throbbing Gristle,
Carl Craig,
The Skatalites,
The Knickerbockers,
Dawn Penn,
the Human League,
The Fortunes,
Unwound,
Audionom,
Camberwell Now,
the Soft Cell,
Ralphi Rosario,
Pantaleimon, Pantaleimon, Pantaleimon, Pantaleimon.
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.