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 Turkmenistan and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle show in London.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Darondo to the punk 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 The Knickerbockers. All the underground hits.
All Circle Jerks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Blues Magoos record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 spring reverb and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Index record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
New York Dolls,
Toni Rubio,
The Smoke,
Scientists,
T. Rex,
The Leaves,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
the Bar-Kays,
Albert Ayler,
JFA,
Inner City,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Chris Corsano,
Nation of Ulysses,
Qualms,
The Wake,
Lower 48,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Can,
The American Breed,
Jimmy McGriff,
Swans,
CMW,
The Durutti Column,
Freddie Wadling,
Kool Moe Dee,
Bobby Womack,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Funky Four + One,
Livin' Joy,
The Fuzztones,
Khruangbin,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Blancmange,
Yazoo,
Howard Jones,
Smog,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Mars,
Steve Hackett,
Tres Demented,
Bush Tetras,
Eric B and Rakim,
Young Marble Giants,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Cramps,
Moss Icon,
Al Stewart,
Silicon Teens,
Pole,
China Crisis,
The Monochrome Set,
Eric Dolphy,
Monolake,
This Heat,
Sandy B,
The Fire Engines,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Harpers Bizarre,
John Holt, John Holt, John Holt, John Holt.
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.