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 Mauritania and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 linndrum 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 Nirvana to the funk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Lucky Dragons. All the underground hits.
All Agent Orange tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Slick Rick record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Teenage Jesus and the Jerks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
These Immortal Souls,
Darondo,
John Lydon,
Chris & Cosey,
Youth Brigade,
Aloha Tigers,
The Real Kids,
Suicide,
Bill Near,
Audionom,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Infiniti,
Young Marble Giants,
Radio Birdman,
Prince Buster,
John Foxx,
The Misunderstood,
Fad Gadget,
Albert Ayler,
Johnny Clarke,
Jesper Dahlback,
Sandy B,
Jacob Miller,
Deepchord,
Visage,
Tomorrow,
Peter and Kerry,
Jacques Brel,
Clear Light,
the Association,
Mantronix,
Fatback Band,
Vainqueur,
Unwound,
Mission of Burma,
Y Pants,
R.M.O.,
Warren Ellis,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Stetsasonic,
Barry Ungar,
Dark Day,
Neu!,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Golliwogs,
Gang Gang Dance,
Marcia Griffiths,
Slick Rick,
Pere Ubu,
Hardrive,
Electric Prunes,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Ornette Coleman,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Half Japanese,
Organ,
Cal Tjader,
Blancmange,
The Dave Clark Five,
Bobby Womack,
The Star Department,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Joensuu 1685,
Roxy Music, Roxy Music, Roxy Music, Roxy Music.
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.