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 Germany and from London.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 arpeggiator 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 Bauhaus to the rap kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Magma. All the underground hits.
All Public Image Ltd. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Infiniti record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
cv313,
Yellowson,
The Blues Magoos,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Audionom,
Mr. Review,
Lou Reed,
The Velvet Underground,
Lightning Bolt,
Neil Young,
Tim Buckley,
Bush Tetras,
Au Pairs,
Von Mondo,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Bad Manners,
Black Flag,
Depeche Mode,
Marshall Jefferson,
Stockholm Monsters,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Birthday Party,
Agent Orange,
Idris Muhammad,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Mummies,
Marc Almond,
Terrestrial Tones,
the Sonics,
Animal Collective,
the Association,
Eric B and Rakim,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Cameo,
Wally Richardson,
Magma,
The Count Five,
The Modern Lovers,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Fire Engines,
Johnny Osbourne,
Moby Grape,
Bobby Womack,
Banda Bassotti,
The Slackers,
Lebanon Hanover,
Lee Hazlewood,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Neon Judgement,
Scott Walker,
The Moleskins,
Newcleus,
Fatback Band,
Groovy Waters,
KRS-One,
MDC,
48th St. Collective,
Shoche,
Aural Exciters,
The Angels of Light,
Wasted Youth,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band, Manfred Mann's Earth Band, Manfred Mann's Earth Band, Manfred Mann's Earth Band.
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.