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 Mauritania and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and New York.
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 Captain Beefheart 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 Connie Case to the dance 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 The Jesus and Mary Chain. All the underground hits.
All ABBA tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tropical Tobacco 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joensuu 1685 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
June Days,
Marshall Jefferson,
Joensuu 1685,
Stockholm Monsters,
Reuben Wilson,
Blossom Toes,
Circle Jerks,
Tim Buckley,
John Holt,
D'Angelo,
Bush Tetras,
New Order,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Fortunes,
Johnny Clarke,
Lakeside,
Arcadia,
Motorama,
The Blues Magoos,
Robert Hood,
Shuggie Otis,
Fluxion,
The Detroit Cobras,
Spoonie Gee,
Flash Fearless,
Throbbing Gristle,
Gang Gang Dance,
Toni Rubio,
Ice-T,
Lower 48,
Parry Music,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Nils Olav,
The Litter,
Fear,
The Angels of Light,
John Cale,
Sister Nancy,
Main Source,
The Red Krayola,
Animal Collective,
Dorothy Ashby,
Radiopuhelimet,
Metal Thangz,
The Gladiators,
Dawn Penn,
Mantronix,
The Monks,
Erykah Badu,
Connie Case,
Royal Trux,
The Walker Brothers,
Sun Ra,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Magazine,
The Evens,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Barbara Tucker,
Interpol,
Mary Jane Girls, Mary Jane Girls, Mary Jane Girls, Mary Jane Girls.
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.