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 Oman and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 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 The Velvet Underground to the grime 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 Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz. All the underground hits.
All Rhythm & Sound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every cv313 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rod Modell record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nas,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Flesh Eaters,
Warsaw,
A Certain Ratio,
Black Bananas,
Bang On A Can,
Swans,
The J.B.'s,
Royal Trux,
Peter & Gordon,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Arab on Radar,
The Blues Magoos,
Pantaleimon,
Aural Exciters,
Bob Dylan,
Grandmaster Flash,
Danielle Patucci,
Cecil Taylor,
Tomorrow,
Radiohead,
Faust,
Second Layer,
Jimmy McGriff,
Terry Callier,
Todd Rundgren,
Malaria!,
Skaos,
Rod Modell,
Ohio Players,
Anakelly,
Fela Kuti,
Quando Quango,
Graham Central Station,
Infiniti,
Babytalk,
Stiv Bators,
Gong,
La Düsseldorf,
The Mummies,
Unwound,
The Sonics,
Janne Schatter,
KRS-One,
AZ,
Barrington Levy,
Absolute Body Control,
Magazine,
Nik Kershaw,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Hoover,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Ten City,
T.S.O.L.,
The Trojans,
The Monochrome Set,
Lucky Dragons,
Ice-T,
Moss Icon,
Thee Headcoats, Thee Headcoats, Thee Headcoats, Thee Headcoats.
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.