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 Togo and from Cairo.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Can to the rap kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Faust. All the underground hits.
All The Offenders tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lower 48 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Archie Shepp record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Drive Like Jehu,
Flipper,
The Durutti Column,
Nation of Ulysses,
Chrome,
Rites of Spring,
Rufus Thomas,
Scratch Acid,
Moss Icon,
Scott Walker,
The Fuzztones,
Stiv Bators,
Moby Grape,
Kerri Chandler,
Sällskapet,
Lower 48,
John Cale,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Ultra Naté,
Sex Pistols,
F. McDonald,
Albert Ayler,
Infiniti,
Sun Ra,
Magazine,
Morten Harket,
Ronan,
Mandrill,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
8 Eyed Spy,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Skarface,
Vladislav Delay,
ABBA,
Eurythmics,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Cameo,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Outsiders,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Wings,
Radiopuhelimet,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Jeff Lynne,
Harpers Bizarre,
Adolescents,
Kerrie Biddell,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
KRS-One,
The Gun Club,
Talk Talk,
Little Man,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Tears for Fears,
Aaron Thompson,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Heaven 17,
The United States of America,
Kaleidoscope, Kaleidoscope, Kaleidoscope, Kaleidoscope.
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.