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 Mongolia and from Johannesburg.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 mellotron 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 The Fugs to the grunge kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Fluxion. All the underground hits.
All Roxette tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lee Hazlewood record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 organ and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Subhumans,
Groovy Waters,
Harpers Bizarre,
L. Decosne,
Nico,
Aloha Tigers,
Vainqueur,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Arthur Verocai,
Dead Boys,
Faust,
Hashim,
Eddi Front,
Dawn Penn,
Schoolly D,
The Electric Prunes,
Whodini,
KRS-One,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Grey Daturas,
Warsaw,
Surgeon,
Funkadelic,
Funky Four + One,
CMW,
Pantaleimon,
Joensuu 1685,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Andrew Hill,
Lou Reed,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Television Personalities,
Khruangbin,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Fire Engines,
Eric Dolphy,
Sällskapet,
Gong,
MDC,
Altered Images,
Bang On A Can,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Hasil Adkins,
The Mummies,
The Star Department,
The American Breed,
Yazoo,
A Certain Ratio,
Sonny Sharrock,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Lou Christie,
Interpol,
Television,
The Mojo Men,
The Dirtbombs,
Quadrant,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
In Retrospect,
The Evens,
The Smiths,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Fortunes, The Fortunes, The Fortunes, The Fortunes.
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.