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 Uganda and from Delhi.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Woodstock.
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 Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 The Cramps to the funk 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 The Black Dice. All the underground hits.
All Swell Maps tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Flag record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 an oboe and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fear record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Minor Threat,
Barrington Levy,
The Grass Roots,
Eli Mardock,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Doors,
Metal Thangz,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
New Age Steppers,
Colin Newman,
Lakeside,
The Music Machine,
Althea and Donna,
Mantronix,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Dave Gahan,
The Slackers,
Eric Dolphy,
The American Breed,
Anakelly,
Blake Baxter,
Qualms,
Jeff Lynne,
June of 44,
Johnny Osbourne,
Siglo XX,
Mad Mike,
Girls At Our Best!,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
ABBA,
Matthew Halsall,
Black Sheep,
Interpol,
The Names,
Jeff Mills,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Golliwogs,
Popol Vuh,
James Chance & The Contortions,
In Retrospect,
Ornette Coleman,
Dawn Penn,
Yazoo,
The Velvet Underground,
B.T. Express,
Underground Resistance,
Oneida,
Reuben Wilson,
Bill Wells,
Sandy B,
Rod Modell,
Bronski Beat,
The Gladiators,
The Durutti Column,
Charles Mingus,
Letta Mbulu,
Black Pus,
The Angels of Light, The Angels of Light, The Angels of Light, The Angels of Light.
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.