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 Egypt and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Bob Dylan 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 Moss Icon. All the underground hits.
All The Tremeloes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jimmy McGriff record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 sitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lightning Bolt record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
X-102,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Flesh Eaters,
Chris Corsano,
Organ,
Ponytail,
Davy DMX,
FM Einheit,
Rakim,
Bill Wells,
Minnie Riperton,
Visage,
Johnny Osbourne,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Joy Division,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Hasil Adkins,
The Cowsills,
Erykah Badu,
Kerrie Biddell,
Don Cherry,
Japan,
The Toasters,
Cybotron,
Ralphi Rosario,
Porter Ricks,
B.T. Express,
Bobby Womack,
cv313,
The Tremeloes,
Maurizio,
Nico,
Tomorrow,
Essential Logic,
Donny Hathaway,
Soulsonic Force,
Jawbox,
Jesper Dahlback,
Scratch Acid,
Minny Pops,
The American Breed,
Monolake,
The Real Kids,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Boredoms,
Deadbeat,
Grauzone,
The Five Americans,
Prince Buster,
The Moleskins,
Ultravox,
Barbara Tucker,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
the Slits,
Zero Boys,
Television,
The Wake,
The Fortunes,
Robert Wyatt,
Harry Pussy,
Toni Rubio, Toni Rubio, Toni Rubio, Toni Rubio.
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.