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 Qatar and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid 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 linndrum 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 Kas Product 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 Hot Snakes. All the underground hits.
All The Fortunes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Goldenarms record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Symarip record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
It's A Beautiful Day,
Boz Scaggs,
Monks,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Robert Görl,
the Germs,
One Last Wish,
Whodini,
Godley & Creme,
The Dirtbombs,
Fatback Band,
Nas,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Ralphi Rosario,
Joey Negro,
Pagans,
E-Dancer,
Ultravox,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
MDC,
Can,
Sam Rivers,
Theoretical Girls,
The Mummies,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Deakin,
Yusef Lateef,
Faraquet,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Sällskapet,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Arab on Radar,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Young Rascals,
The Black Dice,
JFA,
Mission of Burma,
John Foxx,
Swans,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Livin' Joy,
Sexual Harrassment,
Desert Stars,
Unwound,
Mo-Dettes,
Gang Starr,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Trojans,
Talk Talk,
The Slackers,
Pulsallama,
June Days,
Rotary Connection,
Urselle,
Stockholm Monsters,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Camouflage,
Barrington Levy, Barrington Levy, Barrington Levy, Barrington Levy.
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.