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 Belize and from Mumbai.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Khruangbin to the techno kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Talk Talk. All the underground hits.
All The Flesh Eaters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kango’s Stein Massive 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobby Hutcherson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
T.S.O.L.,
ABBA,
Lebanon Hanover,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Mars,
AZ,
Can,
Metal Thangz,
Cameo,
Stiv Bators,
John Cale,
The United States of America,
The Red Krayola,
Stetsasonic,
Audionom,
Mo-Dettes,
Dead Boys,
Grandmaster Flash,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Camouflage,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Janne Schatter,
Nation of Ulysses,
Pet Shop Boys,
Alison Limerick,
Delta 5,
Throbbing Gristle,
Kaleidoscope,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Magazine,
Pierre Henry,
Rufus Thomas,
Joensuu 1685,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Birthday Party,
The Wake,
This Heat,
Wasted Youth,
The Gun Club,
Aswad,
Kool Moe Dee,
Mark Hollis,
Rapeman,
Los Fastidios,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Schoolly D,
Yusef Lateef,
John Foxx,
The Associates,
The Smiths,
Fela Kuti,
Eddi Front,
Eric B and Rakim,
Gong,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Rod Modell,
Bobby Womack,
Avey Tare,
The Young Rascals,
Piero Umiliani, Piero Umiliani, Piero Umiliani, Piero Umiliani.
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.