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 Marshall Islands and from Winnipeg.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 The Sonics to the dance kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Chrome. All the underground hits.
All Khruangbin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Todd Terry record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rahsaan Roland Kirk record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Average White Band,
T. Rex,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Lucky Dragons,
Easy Going,
The Gories,
Lalann,
Radiohead,
Nation of Ulysses,
Pulsallama,
The Monochrome Set,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Zeros,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Crispian St. Peters,
Television,
Donald Byrd,
Reagan Youth,
Faust,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Mandrill,
Skriet,
Little Man,
Wire,
This Heat,
Erasure,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Bizarre Inc.,
Rod Modell,
Crash Course in Science,
Television Personalities,
Brand Nubian,
48th St. Collective,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Pere Ubu,
Youth Brigade,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Desert Stars,
Oblivians,
Barry Ungar,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Johnny Clarke,
Gang of Four,
Steve Hackett,
Minutemen,
Can,
Massinfluence,
Smog,
Black Pus,
Sonny Sharrock,
Harry Pussy,
Section 25,
Radiopuhelimet,
Colin Newman,
Yusef Lateef,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Das Ding,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Alphaville,
Minny Pops,
Soft Machine,
The Cowsills,
Lower 48, Lower 48, Lower 48, Lower 48.
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.