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 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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 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 Suicide to the techno 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 AZ. All the underground hits.
All The Gun Club tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The American Breed record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 spring reverb and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Popol Vuh record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Unwound,
Nils Olav,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Misunderstood,
Marcia Griffiths,
Scott Walker,
Delta 5,
Main Source,
LL Cool J,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Rakim,
Siglo XX,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Guru Guru,
Schoolly D,
Subhumans,
Heaven 17,
Marvin Gaye,
Barry Ungar,
The Mummies,
The Slits,
Graham Central Station,
Aswad,
Dual Sessions,
New Order,
Echospace,
Reuben Wilson,
Jimmy McGriff,
Robert Hood,
X-Ray Spex,
The Kinks,
The Smiths,
the Soft Cell,
Technova,
Public Enemy,
The Blues Magoos,
Sonic Youth,
Aaron Thompson,
Alice Coltrane,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Donny Hathaway,
Josef K,
Neil Young,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Audionom,
Japan,
Quadrant,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Das Ding,
Cal Tjader,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Crooked Eye,
The Index,
Parry Music,
Eden Ahbez,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Panda Bear,
Grandmaster Flash,
Cymande,
Intrusion, Intrusion, Intrusion, Intrusion.
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.