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 Luxembourg and from Tokyo.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Nils Olav to the dance kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Slits. All the underground hits.
All Agent Orange tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pylon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Amon Düül record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Soft Machine,
Toni Rubio,
Girls At Our Best!,
This Heat,
the Germs,
Khruangbin,
Essential Logic,
Groovy Waters,
The Busters,
Clear Light,
Cheater Slicks,
Hardrive,
The Smoke,
Oblivians,
Whodini,
Qualms,
The Cramps,
Harry Pussy,
Skriet,
Marine Girls,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Parry Music,
Rotary Connection,
Blake Baxter,
Lalo Schifrin,
Avey Tare,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Black Flag,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Smog,
Marcia Griffiths,
Man Eating Sloth,
Joyce Sims,
Nik Kershaw,
The Beau Brummels,
Banda Bassotti,
Fad Gadget,
Eric Copeland,
Fear,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Lalann,
The Five Americans,
Pantytec,
Lyres,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Sound,
Joensuu 1685,
Kerri Chandler,
Cymande,
The Selecter,
MDC,
Soul Sonic Force,
Yusef Lateef,
Neil Young,
Black Moon,
Pharoah Sanders,
Archie Shepp, Archie Shepp, Archie Shepp, Archie Shepp.
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.