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 Belgium and from Taipei.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Mexico City.
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 Donald Fagen 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 rock kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Fela Kuti. All the underground hits.
All The Standells tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Althea and Donna 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Agent Orange record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Standells,
The Sonics,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Scientists,
New Age Steppers,
Flash Fearless,
Kenny Larkin,
MDC,
Stereo Dub,
The Toasters,
Arthur Verocai,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Joe Smooth,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Kurtis Blow,
Tim Buckley,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
John Foxx,
John Holt,
Excepter,
The Smoke,
Pantaleimon,
Pierre Henry,
Easy Going,
Jandek,
Swans,
Sex Pistols,
Smog,
The Names,
Wally Richardson,
Marmalade,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Alphaville,
Al Stewart,
Wasted Youth,
Symarip,
Rufus Thomas,
Howard Jones,
Vladislav Delay,
Newcleus,
Fat Boys,
Bluetip,
Icehouse,
The Five Americans,
Silicon Teens,
Mary Jane Girls,
Severed Heads,
Ten City,
Visage,
Morten Harket,
Alice Coltrane,
Negative Approach,
T. Rex,
Das Ding,
Crime,
Marine Girls,
Toni Rubio,
The Residents,
The Modern Lovers,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Soft Cell,
Bauhaus,
Bootsy Collins,
the Fania All-Stars, the Fania All-Stars, the Fania All-Stars, the Fania All-Stars.
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.