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 Uganda and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 harpsichord 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 Swans to the grunge kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Bill Wells. All the underground hits.
All Marmalade tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Kinks 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 marimba and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Motorama record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Junior Murvin,
K-Klass,
AZ,
Wolf Eyes,
Yazoo,
Bobby Byrd,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Anthony Braxton,
Groovy Waters,
Theoretical Girls,
Ludus,
The Sisters of Mercy,
the Association,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Eric Copeland,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Fire Engines,
Inner City,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Donald Byrd,
Bush Tetras,
Sexual Harrassment,
Dead Boys,
Sällskapet,
Sly & The Family Stone,
the Human League,
The Martian,
Pulsallama,
Stetsasonic,
The Blues Magoos,
The Fortunes,
The Slackers,
Kool Moe Dee,
Fad Gadget,
Visage,
The Black Dice,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Zapp,
Lakeside,
Dual Sessions,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Mission of Burma,
Minutemen,
Derrick May,
Gastr Del Sol,
Excepter,
8 Eyed Spy,
Echospace,
Erykah Badu,
Stiv Bators,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
OOIOO,
Harpers Bizarre,
Vainqueur,
Technova,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Black Pus,
Joyce Sims,
Gang of Four,
Gang Starr,
DJ Style,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))), Scott Walker + Sunn O))), Scott Walker + Sunn O))), Scott Walker + Sunn O))).
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.