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 Croatia and from Glasgow.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Scott Walker 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 Minor Threat. All the underground hits.
All Brand Nubian tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bauhaus 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a David Axelrod record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Banda Bassotti,
Man Eating Sloth,
the Swans,
Adolescents,
Aloha Tigers,
Idris Muhammad,
Bad Manners,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Schoolly D,
Fad Gadget,
Patti Smith,
Barclay James Harvest,
Lower 48,
The Zeros,
World's Most,
John Foxx,
Roger Hodgson,
Henry Cow,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Fugs,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Popol Vuh,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Peter & Gordon,
Deadbeat,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Minny Pops,
Jandek,
Jesper Dahlback,
Neil Young,
Subhumans,
Fela Kuti,
Barbara Tucker,
Eric Dolphy,
John Coltrane,
Television,
Babytalk,
Thee Headcoats,
Audionom,
Reuben Wilson,
Danielle Patucci,
Scott Walker,
A Certain Ratio,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Tears for Fears,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Marc Almond,
48th St. Collective,
Wally Richardson,
Dead Boys,
Pylon,
The Sound,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Bauhaus,
Tim Buckley,
Mark Hollis,
The Victims,
Jawbox,
Stockholm Monsters,
Joe Smooth,
The Doobie Brothers,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Delta 5, Delta 5, Delta 5, Delta 5.
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.