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 Sierra Leone and from Paris.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 World's Most to the grunge kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Minor Threat. All the underground hits.
All Liliput tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every In Retrospect record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Terror Squad Feat. Camron record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Audionom,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Index,
Kerri Chandler,
Silicon Teens,
Stiv Bators,
The Offenders,
Yazoo,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Swans,
Radio Birdman,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Yusef Lateef,
Amon Düül,
Angry Samoans,
Andrew Hill,
the Slits,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Wings,
Hoover,
The Kinks,
Adolescents,
Aural Exciters,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Fatback Band,
Altered Images,
Reagan Youth,
10cc,
Robert Görl,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Rakim,
Roy Ayers,
Rekid,
The Blues Magoos,
Bauhaus,
Electric Light Orchestra,
X-Ray Spex,
Hasil Adkins,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Blancmange,
Mr. Review,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Arcadia,
Echospace,
The Stooges,
Scan 7,
Terrestrial Tones,
Robert Wyatt,
Yellowson,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Grandmaster Flash,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Toasters,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
MDC,
Swell Maps,
Neu!,
Electric Prunes,
Japan,
The Litter,
Ultimate Spinach,
Flash Fearless, Flash Fearless, Flash Fearless, Flash Fearless.
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.