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 Ukraine and from Milan.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the sitar 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 New York Dolls to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Tomorrow. All the underground hits.
All Wolf Eyes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cluster 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Raincoats record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joe Smooth,
The Mighty Diamonds,
FM Einheit,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Skatalites,
Cymande,
Flamin' Groovies,
Eurythmics,
Radio Birdman,
Pere Ubu,
The Stooges,
Chris & Cosey,
Morten Harket,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Joyce Sims,
Altered Images,
Alton Ellis,
Pussy Galore,
The Mojo Men,
Lalo Schifrin,
Stetsasonic,
Dual Sessions,
Massinfluence,
Blancmange,
Zapp,
Thompson Twins,
Ultimate Spinach,
Bill Near,
Quadrant,
Nico,
Mr. Review,
Jandek,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Delon & Dalcan,
Brass Construction,
Fugazi,
Tom Boy,
Blossom Toes,
Lightning Bolt,
Jeff Mills,
David Axelrod,
Big Daddy Kane,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Pantytec,
T. Rex,
H. Thieme,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Blackbyrds,
Unwound,
Scrapy,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The J.B.'s,
Crispy Ambulance,
Lungfish,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Shuggie Otis,
Nils Olav,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
U.S. Maple,
Juan Atkins, Juan Atkins, Juan Atkins, Juan Atkins.
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.