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 Macedonia and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 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 Sonic Youth to the rap kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Urselle. All the underground hits.
All Scott Walker tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dave Gahan 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Skatalites record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
OOIOO,
The Evens,
Khruangbin,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Count Five,
Kaleidoscope,
Freddie Wadling,
Eric B and Rakim,
One Last Wish,
June Days,
Average White Band,
Bill Wells,
the Swans,
Pagans,
Blancmange,
Chris & Cosey,
The Tremeloes,
Youth Brigade,
The Walker Brothers,
Joy Division,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Avey Tare,
Pantytec,
Trumans Water,
Pharoah Sanders,
Magma,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Sonny Sharrock,
Subhumans,
Babytalk,
Severed Heads,
Tres Demented,
K-Klass,
John Lydon,
Black Flag,
Connie Case,
Sam Rivers,
Goldenarms,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Lalann,
The Stooges,
Howard Jones,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Flash Fearless,
The Smiths,
Erykah Badu,
Underground Resistance,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Rekid,
Easy Going,
Jerry's Kids,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Scrapy,
Lyres,
Dark Day,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Fortunes,
Accadde A,
Scott Walker,
The Slits,
MC5,
Bronski Beat,
The Five Americans,
Interpol, Interpol, Interpol, Interpol.
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.