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 United States and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Pretty Things to the jazz kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Intrusion. All the underground hits.
All Nico tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Drexciya 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Beau Brummels record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Sonics,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Pulsallama,
Quando Quango,
Maurizio,
The Moleskins,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Josef K,
Hasil Adkins,
The Smiths,
Dawn Penn,
Slick Rick,
Basic Channel,
The Offenders,
Barry Ungar,
Black Moon,
Sandy B,
Neil Young,
Sunsets and Hearts,
kango's stein massive,
The Cowsills,
Aaron Thompson,
Chris & Cosey,
David Bowie,
One Last Wish,
Faust,
Sight & Sound,
The Sound,
Motorama,
Terrestrial Tones,
Vainqueur,
Todd Rundgren,
Agitation Free,
Duran Duran,
Max Romeo,
Lungfish,
Nirvana,
B.T. Express,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Anthony Braxton,
Bobby Womack,
MC5,
H. Thieme,
Jawbox,
Blancmange,
Cecil Taylor,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Stereo Dub,
Excepter,
the Swans,
Kerrie Biddell,
Severed Heads,
Silicon Teens,
Connie Case,
Toni Rubio,
Wings,
Crooked Eye,
Kurtis Blow,
Skriet,
Laurel Aitken,
Reuben Wilson,
Hot Snakes,
Funkadelic, Funkadelic, Funkadelic, Funkadelic.
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.