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 Ecuador and from Lyon.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Jakarta.
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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Easy Going to the electroclash 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 Joensuu 1685. All the underground hits.
All Porter Ricks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Anthony Braxton record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lafayette Afro Rock Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sixth Finger,
The Remains,
Jeff Lynne,
The Searchers,
EPMD,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Quando Quango,
Excepter,
Harpers Bizarre,
Ronnie Foster,
Man Eating Sloth,
Eurythmics,
Second Layer,
F. McDonald,
Flipper,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Quadrant,
Black Bananas,
Kerrie Biddell,
the Fania All-Stars,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Yellowson,
Sarah Menescal,
Bill Wells,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Idris Muhammad,
Cymande,
Radiopuhelimet,
Dark Day,
Urselle,
Rosa Yemen,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Kinks,
Heaven 17,
K-Klass,
The Dirtbombs,
The Misunderstood,
Q and Not U,
Fugazi,
Dead Boys,
Barbara Tucker,
Brand Nubian,
Loose Ends,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Boredoms,
The Dead C,
Jawbox,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Marine Girls,
The Invisible,
The Slits,
The Wake,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
10cc,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Man Parrish,
Isaac Hayes,
New York Dolls,
Cameo,
The Buckinghams,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Soft Cell,
Lakeside, Lakeside, Lakeside, Lakeside.
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.