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 Argentina and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage 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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 oboe 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 Standells to the funk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Ash Ra Tempel. All the underground hits.
All Graham Central Station tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kerri Chandler record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Josef K record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Liliput,
Panda Bear,
The Wake,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Sun City Girls,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Von Mondo,
Arcadia,
John Coltrane,
Jimmy McGriff,
Harry Pussy,
Lower 48,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Iggy Pop,
X-Ray Spex,
Joy Division,
Rekid,
The Walker Brothers,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Prince Buster,
Nils Olav,
ABC,
B.T. Express,
Minny Pops,
Joe Smooth,
Johnny Osbourne,
Crispian St. Peters,
Eric B and Rakim,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Drive Like Jehu,
Dead Boys,
The Blues Magoos,
The Smiths,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Yaz,
Symarip,
Max Romeo,
Fort Wilson Riot,
X-102,
Urselle,
Reagan Youth,
Tommy Roe,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Absolute Body Control,
Con Funk Shun,
Nico,
Depeche Mode,
The Cure,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Albert Ayler,
The Toasters,
The Happenings,
Cecil Taylor,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Sun Ra,
Reuben Wilson,
48th St. Collective,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
June of 44,
The Leaves,
In Retrospect, In Retrospect, In Retrospect, In Retrospect.
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.