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 Armenia and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Oblivians to the electroclash 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 The Doors. All the underground hits.
All The Monks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Avey Tare 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Sonics record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Monochrome Set,
Kayak,
Sister Nancy,
the Human League,
Radiopuhelimet,
Graham Central Station,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Monolake,
Spoonie Gee,
Pagans,
DJ Style,
U.S. Maple,
The Standells,
The Mummies,
Marc Almond,
Easy Going,
Von Mondo,
Faraquet,
These Immortal Souls,
Fear,
Toni Rubio,
Inner City,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Isaac Hayes,
The Doors,
The American Breed,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Crime,
Barbara Tucker,
The J.B.'s,
Bill Near,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Can,
Soul II Soul,
The Birthday Party,
Stetsasonic,
John Lydon,
Jacob Miller,
Newcleus,
H. Thieme,
Hashim,
The Smoke,
Drive Like Jehu,
Rod Modell,
Scan 7,
Gil Scott Heron,
Thompson Twins,
Agitation Free,
Sonny Sharrock,
Shoche,
Lightning Bolt,
Pussy Galore,
Harry Pussy,
Iggy Pop,
Marmalade,
Joe Finger,
Joey Negro,
Yellowson,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Marcia Griffiths, Marcia Griffiths, Marcia Griffiths, Marcia Griffiths.
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.