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 Egypt and from Glasgow.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 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 Scott Walker to the grunge 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 Junior Murvin. All the underground hits.
All Heavy D & The Boyz tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Moebius 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Television Personalities record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jandek,
L. Decosne,
Ituana,
The Misunderstood,
X-102,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Delta 5,
Soul Sonic Force,
Freddie Wadling,
Eurythmics,
The Five Americans,
Aloha Tigers,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Bad Manners,
Ken Boothe,
Scratch Acid,
The Seeds,
Slick Rick,
Franke,
Second Layer,
Malaria!,
The Kinks,
Erykah Badu,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Faraquet,
Wolf Eyes,
Groovy Waters,
Letta Mbulu,
Barry Ungar,
Roger Hodgson,
The Vogues,
Sixth Finger,
Boz Scaggs,
Henry Cow,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Roxy Music,
Donny Hathaway,
ABBA,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Jeff Lynne,
MDC,
Joy Division,
Lou Reed,
Pantaleimon,
Agitation Free,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Janne Schatter,
One Last Wish,
the Slits,
T. Rex,
Nas,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Moody Blues,
Aaron Thompson,
Dead Boys,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Shadows of Knight,
Shuggie Otis,
CMW,
Infiniti,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Pylon,
Pere Ubu, Pere Ubu, Pere Ubu, Pere Ubu.
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.