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 Kosovo 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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 The Slackers to the techno 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 Newcleus. All the underground hits.
All Mo-Dettes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hot Snakes 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Blossom Toes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Bar-Kays,
The Electric Prunes,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
These Immortal Souls,
Technova,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Bush Tetras,
Urselle,
La Düsseldorf,
Cluster,
The New Christs,
Ultra Naté,
The Monks,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Eurythmics,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Dirtbombs,
Half Japanese,
Maleditus Sound,
The Index,
Metal Thangz,
8 Eyed Spy,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Eric Dolphy,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Colin Newman,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Leonard Cohen,
Deadbeat,
Darondo,
Mission of Burma,
Cameo,
Davy DMX,
Sister Nancy,
Roy Ayers,
Matthew Halsall,
The Moody Blues,
Moebius,
Don Cherry,
MDC,
D'Angelo,
Essential Logic,
Barclay James Harvest,
Ornette Coleman,
The Fuzztones,
Soulsonic Force,
Sonic Youth,
Eric Copeland,
Anthony Braxton,
Albert Ayler,
Crash Course in Science,
Jeru the Damaja,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Goldenarms,
Neil Young,
Blossom Toes,
Johnny Clarke, Johnny Clarke, Johnny Clarke, Johnny Clarke.
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.