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 United States and from Salvador.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Calgary.
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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud to the dance kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Robert Hood. All the underground hits.
All D'Angelo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Swans record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 sitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a 48th St. Collective record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Agent Orange,
Harry Pussy,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Von Mondo,
Crispy Ambulance,
Reuben Wilson,
Groovy Waters,
Scan 7,
Underground Resistance,
Harpers Bizarre,
Hot Snakes,
Rotary Connection,
MC5,
Cheater Slicks,
Kurtis Blow,
DJ Sneak,
Nils Olav,
Yaz,
Beasts of Bourbon,
kango's stein massive,
Roy Ayers,
Little Man,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Symarip,
Danielle Patucci,
The Happenings,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Boredoms,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Prince Buster,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
CMW,
Los Fastidios,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Wake,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Fugazi,
Nation of Ulysses,
This Heat,
Brick,
Outsiders,
David Axelrod,
Ludus,
Nico,
Jandek,
Alton Ellis,
Tubeway Army,
Soft Cell,
Pantytec,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Subhumans,
Bluetip,
Absolute Body Control,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Electric Prunes,
the Normal,
the Fania All-Stars,
Can,
Wolf Eyes,
Animal Collective,
The Divine Comedy, The Divine Comedy, The Divine Comedy, The Divine Comedy.
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.