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 Latvia and from Lille.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 EPMD to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Easy Going. All the underground hits.
All Sex Pistols tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ultimate Spinach record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joe Finger record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Guru Guru,
Nas,
Eden Ahbez,
Gregory Isaacs,
John Lydon,
The Slits,
the Human League,
Television Personalities,
T.S.O.L.,
Zero Boys,
The Monks,
Public Image Ltd.,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Subhumans,
Young Marble Giants,
Circle Jerks,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Slackers,
Slave,
This Heat,
The New Christs,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Shadows of Knight,
Brothers Johnson,
Idris Muhammad,
Fatback Band,
The Stooges,
Gang of Four,
Arab on Radar,
the Normal,
Bobby Sherman,
Nils Olav,
cv313,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Pussy Galore,
UT,
Joey Negro,
Agitation Free,
Wolf Eyes,
Moss Icon,
The Residents,
Sarah Menescal,
The Doors,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
World's Most,
Lakeside,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Scrapy,
The Happenings,
Delon & Dalcan,
Swell Maps,
Patti Smith,
10cc,
Matthew Bourne,
The Black Dice,
Amon Düül,
Crispian St. Peters,
New Age Steppers,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Mr. Review,
Gang Green,
Jesper Dahlbäck, Jesper Dahlbäck, Jesper Dahlbäck, Jesper Dahlbäck.
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.