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 Ireland and from Philadelphia.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 The Martian to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Wasted Youth. All the underground hits.
All Sällskapet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bluetip 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a a-ha record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bad Manners,
Stiv Bators,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Count Five,
Boredoms,
LL Cool J,
Little Man,
Deakin,
Tomorrow,
Organ,
Stereo Dub,
Barclay James Harvest,
The American Breed,
Nik Kershaw,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Parry Music,
Public Image Ltd.,
Quadrant,
Glenn Branca,
New Order,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Ornette Coleman,
World's Most,
Nas,
Lungfish,
Lee Hazlewood,
Faust,
Kayak,
Minny Pops,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Connie Case,
Spoonie Gee,
Marmalade,
Andrew Hill,
Archie Shepp,
DNA,
Sällskapet,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Nation of Ulysses,
Agent Orange,
Sonic Youth,
Soul II Soul,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Searchers,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Wake,
Sam Rivers,
T.S.O.L.,
The Associates,
Motorama,
Guru Guru,
8 Eyed Spy,
Shoche,
The Techniques,
Chris Corsano,
Iggy Pop,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Rekid,
Trumans Water,
Deadbeat,
The Star Department, The Star Department, The Star Department, The Star Department.
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.