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 Kuwait and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 clarinet 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 Make Up to the rap kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 The Gories. All the underground hits.
All Circle Jerks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Victims record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Cure,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Con Funk Shun,
The Fuzztones,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Monochrome Set,
Susan Cadogan,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Martian,
Gong,
Main Source,
Connie Case,
The Skatalites,
Country Teasers,
Tommy Roe,
Matthew Bourne,
Freddie Wadling,
Jawbox,
Skarface,
The Moody Blues,
One Last Wish,
Spandau Ballet,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Animal Collective,
Jandek,
Babytalk,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Danielle Patucci,
Bill Wells,
Donald Byrd,
CMW,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Trojans,
Moby Grape,
Bang On A Can,
Average White Band,
Bootsy Collins,
Agent Orange,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Radio Birdman,
Severed Heads,
Rotary Connection,
The Pretty Things,
Flash Fearless,
Eden Ahbez,
The Vogues,
Roger Hodgson,
Lungfish,
the Sonics,
Delta 5,
Wasted Youth,
Terrestrial Tones,
Gil Scott Heron,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Lyres,
Thompson Twins,
Minnie Riperton,
kango's stein massive,
It's A Beautiful Day,
June of 44,
Eyeless In Gaza, Eyeless In Gaza, Eyeless In Gaza, Eyeless In Gaza.
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.