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 Fiji and from Portland.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Johannesburg.
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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Althea and Donna to the rock kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Swell Maps. All the underground hits.
All Fela Kuti tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mad Mike 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Newcleus record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Interpol,
The Slits,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Lakeside,
K-Klass,
Au Pairs,
Black Pus,
Aural Exciters,
MC5,
Pantaleimon,
Pulsallama,
Con Funk Shun,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Swell Maps,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Lebanon Hanover,
Desert Stars,
Juan Atkins,
Amazonics,
Visage,
The Fugs,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Joy Division,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Eve St. Jones,
Pierre Henry,
John Holt,
the Association,
Agitation Free,
Kayak,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Bluetip,
The Electric Prunes,
Tears for Fears,
Sam Rivers,
Kas Product,
H. Thieme,
Khruangbin,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Metal Thangz,
The Sound,
Johnny Osbourne,
Man Parrish,
Soft Cell,
Shuggie Otis,
Mad Mike,
FM Einheit,
Brothers Johnson,
Bang On A Can,
Theoretical Girls,
Groovy Waters,
The Gories,
Kevin Saunderson,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Boz Scaggs,
Lyres,
The Martian, The Martian, The Martian, The Martian.
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.