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 Oman and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 organ 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 Soft Machine to the punk 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 John Foxx. All the underground hits.
All Blake Baxter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every MC5 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Toni Rubio record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Barracudas,
Lakeside,
Alison Limerick,
Depeche Mode,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Robert Hood,
Leonard Cohen,
Los Fastidios,
Piero Umiliani,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Saints,
Isaac Hayes,
The Searchers,
Eric Copeland,
Sonic Youth,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Barbara Tucker,
Electric Light Orchestra,
the Association,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Susan Cadogan,
Gang Starr,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Todd Rundgren,
John Lydon,
Dark Day,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Q65,
The Standells,
Joy Division,
a-ha,
Cluster,
Fela Kuti,
Urselle,
Khruangbin,
The Litter,
Whodini,
Drive Like Jehu,
Basic Channel,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Aural Exciters,
The Mojo Men,
Dawn Penn,
Gastr Del Sol,
Panda Bear,
Letta Mbulu,
MC5,
Groovy Waters,
10cc,
Colin Newman,
Terry Callier,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Rhythm & Sound,
New York Dolls,
X-Ray Spex,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Joyce Sims,
Lower 48,
Saccharine Trust,
the Slits,
Harmonia,
Magazine,
Ronnie Foster, Ronnie Foster, Ronnie Foster, Ronnie Foster.
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.