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 South Africa and from Portland.
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 Sao Paulo and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
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 Saints to the techno kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Matthew Halsall. All the underground hits.
All Absolute Body Control tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every New Order record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 a guitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gerry Rafferty record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Eric Dolphy,
The Cowsills,
Alison Limerick,
Television Personalities,
The Cure,
a-ha,
Bobby Sherman,
Can,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
June of 44,
Vladislav Delay,
Gang of Four,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Crispy Ambulance,
Model 500,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
48th St. Collective,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Deadbeat,
Lalo Schifrin,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Q and Not U,
Barrington Levy,
Popol Vuh,
Blancmange,
The Happenings,
Gastr Del Sol,
Electric Prunes,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Excepter,
Aaron Thompson,
The Motions,
Niagra,
Sixth Finger,
Jawbox,
Altered Images,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Victims,
Cluster,
Zapp,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
T. Rex,
The Raincoats,
Crash Course in Science,
Susan Cadogan,
Sparks,
Peter and Kerry,
Davy DMX,
The Leaves,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Mo-Dettes,
Hoover,
Gang Green,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Unwound,
Talk Talk,
Pantytec,
Make Up,
Duran Duran,
Public Image Ltd.,
Toni Rubio,
Yusef Lateef, Yusef Lateef, Yusef Lateef, Yusef Lateef.
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.