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 Jamaica and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Marc Almond to the funk 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 Cluster. All the underground hits.
All Eric B and Rakim tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Moody Blues record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 theremin and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Animal Collective record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Yellowson,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Litter,
The Martian,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The New Christs,
Black Flag,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Blues Magoos,
La Düsseldorf,
Piero Umiliani,
Bob Dylan,
Kayak,
Roy Ayers,
Babytalk,
Derrick Morgan,
Organ,
kango's stein massive,
Boogie Down Productions,
Von Mondo,
Al Stewart,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Todd Terry,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Suicide,
The Moleskins,
The Sonics,
Nation of Ulysses,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Masters at Work,
Silicon Teens,
Moby Grape,
KRS-One,
Guru Guru,
The Fuzztones,
Peter and Kerry,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Amazonics,
Cameo,
Boredoms,
China Crisis,
Traffic Nightmare,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Busters,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Monks,
Ponytail,
In Retrospect,
Bronski Beat,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Chris & Cosey,
The Selecter,
Rosa Yemen,
Easy Going,
Todd Rundgren,
Morten Harket,
Minor Threat,
Iggy Pop,
Siglo XX, Siglo XX, Siglo XX, Siglo XX.
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.