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 Georgia and from Calgary.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Fugazi to the funk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Kinks. All the underground hits.
All Half Japanese tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sonny Sharrock record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 808 and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sex Pistols record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Minutemen,
CMW,
Carl Craig,
Das Ding,
Skaos,
Flamin' Groovies,
Kenny Larkin,
The Red Krayola,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
the Fania All-Stars,
Porter Ricks,
Tres Demented,
Lungfish,
Bobby Sherman,
Patti Smith,
Scientists,
The Fortunes,
Cameo,
The Monochrome Set,
Dark Day,
The Pretty Things,
cv313,
The Standells,
Eden Ahbez,
Sound Behaviour,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Danielle Patucci,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Infiniti,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Tommy Roe,
Dennis Brown,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Second Layer,
Brand Nubian,
Jeff Lynne,
June Days,
Bluetip,
Eric Copeland,
Quantec,
Khruangbin,
the Human League,
Juan Atkins,
Steve Hackett,
Boredoms,
Pantaleimon,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Lee Hazlewood,
Johnny Clarke,
Rod Modell,
The Toasters,
Jeff Mills,
Deadbeat,
Surgeon,
Crispy Ambulance,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Bobby Byrd,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Byron Stingily, Byron Stingily, Byron Stingily, Byron Stingily.
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.