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 France and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Altered Images to the punk 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 Vladislav Delay. All the underground hits.
All Electric Prunes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fifty Foot Hose record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 linndrum and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Grauzone record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Seeds,
Delon & Dalcan,
Dennis Brown,
Nik Kershaw,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Zeros,
Suicide,
Qualms,
Jeff Mills,
Scion,
The Flesh Eaters,
Infiniti,
Leonard Cohen,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Altered Images,
Byron Stingily,
Mr. Review,
K-Klass,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Neil Young,
Fat Boys,
Dark Day,
The Mojo Men,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Pet Shop Boys,
Frankie Knuckles,
Khruangbin,
LL Cool J,
Scott Walker,
Mars,
The Monochrome Set,
Stiv Bators,
Roger Hodgson,
The Golliwogs,
Popol Vuh,
Black Sheep,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
the Germs,
The Dead C,
Faraquet,
Johnny Clarke,
Judy Mowatt,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Offenders,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Wire,
Model 500,
The Dirtbombs,
Kayak,
The Fugs,
Pussy Galore,
Duran Duran,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Joensuu 1685,
Heaven 17,
Mandrill,
Flamin' Groovies,
Negative Approach,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
MC5,
Radiopuhelimet, Radiopuhelimet, Radiopuhelimet, Radiopuhelimet.
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.