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 Lithuania and from Accra.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Evens to the jazz 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 Kaleidoscope. All the underground hits.
All Adolescents tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jeru the Damaja 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Donald Byrd record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Oblivians,
Robert Hood,
Arcadia,
Pantaleimon,
Big Daddy Kane,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Babytalk,
Neu!,
Mantronix,
MC5,
Parry Music,
Motorama,
Sonic Youth,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Martian,
The Count Five,
The Black Dice,
John Foxx,
L. Decosne,
The Sonics,
Lucky Dragons,
Crooked Eye,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Dave Clark Five,
X-101,
Gang Gang Dance,
Kool Moe Dee,
Soft Machine,
June of 44,
The Gladiators,
The Fuzztones,
Lindisfarne,
The Leaves,
Eric Dolphy,
Sound Behaviour,
The United States of America,
the Bar-Kays,
Vainqueur,
Nirvana,
Ten City,
The Modern Lovers,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Joyce Sims,
The Associates,
Zero Boys,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Bronski Beat,
Model 500,
The Knickerbockers,
Bang On A Can,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Fugs,
A Flock of Seagulls,
K-Klass,
Ituana,
Sandy B,
Television,
Gang Starr,
Terrestrial Tones, Terrestrial Tones, Terrestrial Tones, Terrestrial Tones.
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.