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 Libya and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 spring reverb 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 Grass Roots to the electroclash 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 Hasil Adkins. All the underground hits.
All It's A Beautiful Day tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jerry Gold Smith record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cybotron 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?
E-Dancer,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Groovy Waters,
Gastr Del Sol,
Donny Hathaway,
Morten Harket,
Aswad,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Susan Cadogan,
Lucky Dragons,
Lou Christie,
Heaven 17,
New York Dolls,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Young Rascals,
Gerry Rafferty,
Aural Exciters,
Magma,
Amon Düül II,
Reuben Wilson,
the Swans,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Outsiders,
Soft Cell,
The Slits,
Mad Mike,
Soulsonic Force,
Roxette,
Easy Going,
Jacob Miller,
Suicide,
Barry Ungar,
The Human League,
Marmalade,
Grandmaster Flash,
Lungfish,
Sam Rivers,
Minor Threat,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Hasil Adkins,
Boogie Down Productions,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Bobby Womack,
Q and Not U,
The United States of America,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Arab on Radar,
The Vogues,
The Leaves,
Bill Wells,
the Germs,
The Kinks,
Unwound,
Fear,
Jesper Dahlback,
Section 25,
The Knickerbockers,
Index,
Metal Thangz,
Aaron Thompson,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Last Poets,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy, The Peanut Butter Conspiracy, The Peanut Butter Conspiracy, The Peanut Butter Conspiracy.
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.