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 Vanuatu and from Seoul.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Eric Copeland to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Country Teasers. All the underground hits.
All Livin' Joy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Khruangbin record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
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 The Walker Brothers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dead Boys,
Flash Fearless,
Crispy Ambulance,
Soft Cell,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Gladiators,
Crooked Eye,
Stiv Bators,
Camouflage,
Sandy B,
Symarip,
Steve Hackett,
Suicide,
Ralphi Rosario,
Curtis Mayfield,
Bizarre Inc.,
Andrew Hill,
Robert Görl,
Amon Düül,
Visage,
Bad Manners,
Grey Daturas,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Jawbox,
Gregory Isaacs,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Hardrive,
Stockholm Monsters,
Donald Byrd,
The Residents,
Shoche,
Bauhaus,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
R.M.O.,
Kayak,
Pantaleimon,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Roy Ayers,
Bobby Sherman,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Hasil Adkins,
The Techniques,
Nick Fraelich,
The Real Kids,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Happenings,
The Blackbyrds,
Erykah Badu,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Outsiders,
The Detroit Cobras,
Vladislav Delay,
Pierre Henry,
ABBA,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Amazonics,
The Royal Family And The Poor, The Royal Family And The Poor, The Royal Family And The Poor, The Royal Family And The Poor.
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.