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 Morocco and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Minutemen to the crunk 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 The Residents. All the underground hits.
All Leonard Cohen tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Faraquet record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Neil Young & Crazy Horse record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Livin' Joy,
Thee Headcoats,
Parry Music,
the Human League,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Blues Magoos,
Kayak,
Nico,
The Fall,
The Kinks,
Heaven 17,
Glambeats Corp.,
Quando Quango,
Pere Ubu,
Ultimate Spinach,
Alice Coltrane,
DJ Style,
Bobby Womack,
The Moleskins,
UT,
Dark Day,
the Germs,
Mad Mike,
Eric Copeland,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Malaria!,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Carl Craig,
Khruangbin,
Banda Bassotti,
Amon Düül,
Can,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Searchers,
Maleditus Sound,
Aural Exciters,
Joensuu 1685,
Easy Going,
The Gladiators,
The Zeros,
Lyres,
Lee Hazlewood,
Isaac Hayes,
Jacob Miller,
Albert Ayler,
The Neon Judgement,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Deadbeat,
Desert Stars,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Flamin' Groovies,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Pop Group,
Half Japanese,
Erykah Badu,
John Coltrane,
Eli Mardock,
Robert Hood,
The Slits,
Mandrill,
K-Klass, K-Klass, K-Klass, K-Klass.
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.