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 Peru and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 spring reverb 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 Faraquet to the dance kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Ralphi Rosario. All the underground hits.
All MC5 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Buckinghams record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Iggy Pop record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Siglo XX,
Groovy Waters,
The Zeros,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
June Days,
Tears for Fears,
Brand Nubian,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Smoke,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Anthony Braxton,
The Skatalites,
The Velvet Underground,
Jeff Lynne,
Marvin Gaye,
The Blues Magoos,
Maurizio,
Piero Umiliani,
The Count Five,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Delon & Dalcan,
A Certain Ratio,
Clear Light,
Ossler,
Joensuu 1685,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Main Source,
Freddie Wadling,
The Music Machine,
Alphaville,
Suburban Knight,
Bluetip,
Half Japanese,
Second Layer,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Inner City,
Iggy Pop,
Qualms,
Shuggie Otis,
Little Man,
Schoolly D,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Avey Tare,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Icehouse,
Curtis Mayfield,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Junior Murvin,
Sun Ra,
Howard Jones,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Nas,
Japan,
Moebius,
the Germs,
Subhumans,
The Associates,
The Busters,
Cluster,
Bill Near,
Archie Shepp,
Sonic Youth, Sonic Youth, Sonic Youth, Sonic Youth.
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.