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 New Zealand and from Beijing.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 snare 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 Cameo to the disco 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 The Fortunes. All the underground hits.
All Flamin' Groovies tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nico 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Louis and Bebe Barron record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Germs,
Bizarre Inc.,
Scratch Acid,
Gang Green,
MDC,
Amon Düül II,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Offenders,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Deepchord,
Ohio Players,
June Days,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Pulsallama,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
ABC,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Nick Fraelich,
Piero Umiliani,
Scion,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Raincoats,
the Soft Cell,
Soulsonic Force,
The Index,
U.S. Maple,
Wire,
The Velvet Underground,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Livin' Joy,
Moby Grape,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Cymande,
The New Christs,
Jawbox,
The Dirtbombs,
Yazoo,
The Walker Brothers,
Godley & Creme,
Rakim,
Crooked Eye,
Rites of Spring,
Altered Images,
MC5,
Drexciya,
Sun Ra,
Pussy Galore,
Eve St. Jones,
Radiopuhelimet,
Bill Wells,
Matthew Halsall,
Stetsasonic,
Interpol,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Maurizio,
Ultra Naté,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Pylon,
Marshall Jefferson, Marshall Jefferson, Marshall Jefferson, Marshall Jefferson.
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.