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 Kazakhstan and from Salvador.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Association to the funk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Suicide. All the underground hits.
All Young Marble Giants tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Suicide record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 an organ and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Quadrant record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kango’s Stein Massive,
X-102,
Lee Hazlewood,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Joe Smooth,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Robert Hood,
X-Ray Spex,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
La Düsseldorf,
David McCallum,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Eric Dolphy,
Ralphi Rosario,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Last Poets,
Loose Ends,
Liliput,
The Neon Judgement,
Curtis Mayfield,
Agent Orange,
Pet Shop Boys,
Tommy Roe,
Terrestrial Tones,
the Slits,
Spandau Ballet,
MC5,
The Raincoats,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Fugs,
The Shadows of Knight,
Can,
Sonny Sharrock,
Wolf Eyes,
David Axelrod,
Minnie Riperton,
The Golliwogs,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
June Days,
Radiohead,
Tubeway Army,
New York Dolls,
The Mojo Men,
Barry Ungar,
Harmonia,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Velvet Underground,
Absolute Body Control,
Neu!,
Los Fastidios,
Connie Case,
Desert Stars,
Mo-Dettes,
Joyce Sims,
Brass Construction,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Colin Newman,
Chrome,
Crispian St. Peters,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Dual Sessions,
Rufus Thomas,
Bill Near,
Panda Bear, Panda Bear, Panda Bear, Panda Bear.
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.