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 Iceland and from Accra.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Spokane.
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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the snare 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 Man Parrish to the crunk 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 Tremeloes. All the underground hits.
All Theoretical Girls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every June Days 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Echo & the Bunnymen record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Television Personalities,
Nico,
Gil Scott Heron,
Wire,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
FM Einheit,
Loose Ends,
Das Ding,
Lyres,
Hardrive,
Minnie Riperton,
Marvin Gaye,
The Tremeloes,
Siglo XX,
Joensuu 1685,
Absolute Body Control,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Dead C,
Ultra Naté,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Traffic Nightmare,
Alice Coltrane,
Blancmange,
Throbbing Gristle,
Colin Newman,
Sixth Finger,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Golliwogs,
Donny Hathaway,
Stereo Dub,
H. Thieme,
Khruangbin,
The Count Five,
Organ,
Blake Baxter,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Shadows of Knight,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Cowsills,
Pagans,
Cymande,
The Smiths,
Sarah Menescal,
The Slits,
Adolescents,
Matthew Bourne,
Leonard Cohen,
Duran Duran,
Los Fastidios,
Agitation Free,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The J.B.'s,
Boogie Down Productions,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Guru Guru,
Gastr Del Sol,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Reuben Wilson,
Jacob Miller,
The Invisible,
Sound Behaviour,
Minny Pops,
Audionom,
Todd Rundgren, Todd Rundgren, Todd Rundgren, Todd Rundgren.
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.