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 Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Copenhagen.
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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Iggy Pop 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 A Flock of Seagulls. All the underground hits.
All Aural Exciters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rod Modell 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Magma record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wally Richardson,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Knickerbockers,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Pere Ubu,
LL Cool J,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Smoke,
a-ha,
Minutemen,
Saccharine Trust,
The Stooges,
Model 500,
Erasure,
Sam Rivers,
Oneida,
Soulsonic Force,
Letta Mbulu,
The Cramps,
Rosa Yemen,
Maleditus Sound,
Black Pus,
Slick Rick,
Ossler,
Bobby Byrd,
Cal Tjader,
The Divine Comedy,
AZ,
Masters at Work,
Lee Hazlewood,
Visage,
Aloha Tigers,
Unwound,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Gregory Isaacs,
Gang Starr,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Panda Bear,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Sonic Youth,
Guru Guru,
OOIOO,
The Electric Prunes,
Sandy B,
The Sonics,
Ronnie Foster,
The Standells,
The Dirtbombs,
The Motions,
John Foxx,
The United States of America,
The Dead C,
Crispy Ambulance,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Parry Music,
Wire,
Spoonie Gee,
Bad Manners,
Circle Jerks,
Scion,
Terry Callier,
Royal Trux,
Reuben Wilson, Reuben Wilson, Reuben Wilson, Reuben Wilson.
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.