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 Uruguay and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 synthesizer 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 Henry Cow to the grime kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Swans. All the underground hits.
All Ituana tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Smiths 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Major Organ And The Adding Machine record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Amon Düül,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Evens,
Aaron Thompson,
The Birthday Party,
Pierre Henry,
A Flock of Seagulls,
DJ Sneak,
Blossom Toes,
Don Cherry,
Japan,
Quantec,
The Kinks,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Charles Mingus,
Traffic Nightmare,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Ornette Coleman,
Rapeman,
Gong,
Danielle Patucci,
New York Dolls,
Alice Coltrane,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Sun City Girls,
Inner City,
X-102,
Dual Sessions,
The Pretty Things,
Dave Gahan,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Brothers Johnson,
T.S.O.L.,
Whodini,
Sonny Sharrock,
Outsiders,
Lucky Dragons,
Ponytail,
Franke,
LL Cool J,
Rosa Yemen,
The Remains,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The American Breed,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Average White Band,
The Sisters of Mercy,
A Certain Ratio,
The Tremeloes,
Gregory Isaacs,
Khruangbin,
DNA,
Banda Bassotti,
The Raincoats,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Moby Grape,
Pylon,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Fugs,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Toasters,
Fugazi, Fugazi, Fugazi, Fugazi.
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.