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 Guinea and from Manchester.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud to the funk 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 Grey Daturas. All the underground hits.
All Arab on Radar tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every DJ Sneak record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 spring reverb and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Groovy Waters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Neil Young,
Godley & Creme,
Lindisfarne,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
David McCallum,
Porter Ricks,
Judy Mowatt,
Chrome,
Khruangbin,
Brand Nubian,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Electric Prunes,
Dave Gahan,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Susan Cadogan,
Tommy Roe,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Patti Smith,
Funky Four + One,
Bronski Beat,
Radiohead,
Wally Richardson,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
T. Rex,
The Cramps,
Duran Duran,
Jimmy McGriff,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Pet Shop Boys,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Angry Samoans,
Gang Starr,
Monks,
Kool Moe Dee,
Eric B and Rakim,
Nils Olav,
Pierre Henry,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Agitation Free,
Kaleidoscope,
Sister Nancy,
The Young Rascals,
Essential Logic,
Pulsallama,
X-Ray Spex,
The Buckinghams,
Graham Central Station,
Fela Kuti,
Don Cherry,
Aloha Tigers,
The Beau Brummels,
Alton Ellis,
Maurizio,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Mars,
Vainqueur,
Gong,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Birthday Party,
Motorama,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Pagans,
Sad Lovers and Giants, Sad Lovers and Giants, Sad Lovers and Giants, Sad Lovers and Giants.
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.