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 Netherlands and from Bologna.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the güiro 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 Archie Shepp to the grime kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Spandau Ballet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Aaron Thompson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sad Lovers and Giants record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lyres,
Black Pus,
X-101,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Can,
The Buckinghams,
Throbbing Gristle,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Pantaleimon,
Con Funk Shun,
Iggy Pop,
MDC,
Quando Quango,
Aural Exciters,
Patti Smith,
Simply Red,
Neil Young,
X-102,
Man Eating Sloth,
Lou Christie,
Scientists,
Lungfish,
Nils Olav,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Sonic Youth,
Deepchord,
Howard Jones,
Agitation Free,
Chris Corsano,
The Searchers,
The Busters,
The Divine Comedy,
The Trojans,
Tom Boy,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Minor Threat,
The Grass Roots,
Tubeway Army,
James White and The Blacks,
Pulsallama,
The Techniques,
The Dave Clark Five,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Crispy Ambulance,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Grey Daturas,
Radiopuhelimet,
Blake Baxter,
Archie Shepp,
Interpol,
Freddie Wadling,
Flipper,
Barbara Tucker,
ABBA,
Metal Thangz,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Dave Gahan,
PIL,
The Mummies,
Swell Maps,
48th St. Collective,
Arab on Radar,
Zapp, Zapp, Zapp, Zapp.
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.