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 Liechtenstein and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Victims to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Cowsills. All the underground hits.
All Marc Almond tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Minor Threat record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 chamberlin and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Birthday Party record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Moby Grape,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
World's Most,
Crash Course in Science,
Monks,
The Busters,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Ossler,
Crooked Eye,
Girls At Our Best!,
Underground Resistance,
The Names,
The Slits,
Pierre Henry,
Lower 48,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Ponytail,
Dual Sessions,
8 Eyed Spy,
Zero Boys,
Lyres,
Rakim,
John Holt,
Yazoo,
E-Dancer,
Black Pus,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Scion,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Blues Magoos,
The Real Kids,
Ultravox,
Bizarre Inc.,
Television Personalities,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Walker Brothers,
Infiniti,
New York Dolls,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Sex Pistols,
Aaron Thompson,
Donny Hathaway,
Blossom Toes,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Thee Headcoats,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Talk Talk,
Wolf Eyes,
Fluxion,
Minor Threat,
Subhumans,
The Moody Blues,
Harmonia,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Sound,
Gregory Isaacs,
Darondo,
the Germs,
Section 25,
Radiohead,
Ajijia Myrayebe, Ajijia Myrayebe, Ajijia Myrayebe, Ajijia Myrayebe.
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.