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 Solomon Islands and from Glasgow.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 H. Thieme 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 the Slits. All the underground hits.
All The Men They Couldn't Hang tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cheater Slicks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Fugs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
New York Dolls,
Drive Like Jehu,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Blackbyrds,
Archie Shepp,
The Busters,
Whodini,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Standells,
Barbara Tucker,
Arthur Verocai,
Crooked Eye,
Popol Vuh,
cv313,
Symarip,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Ice-T,
Quadrant,
MDC,
Intrusion,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Kas Product,
Junior Murvin,
Qualms,
Cal Tjader,
Porter Ricks,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Boogie Down Productions,
Tommy Roe,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Roxette,
The Selecter,
Ten City,
Ornette Coleman,
Section 25,
Nirvana,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Jeru the Damaja,
Lebanon Hanover,
Mars,
Livin' Joy,
Magazine,
Swell Maps,
Slave,
Joy Division,
Laurel Aitken,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Malaria!,
Jawbox,
The Star Department,
Hot Snakes,
Henry Cow,
Letta Mbulu,
Rakim,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Offenders,
Unwound,
The Martian,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Mummies,
Scratch Acid,
Donald Byrd,
Q and Not U, Q and Not U, Q and Not U, Q and Not U.
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.