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 Iraq and from Bremen.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the sitar 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 Pussy Galore to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Nirvana. All the underground hits.
All The Slackers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Model 500 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Teenage Jesus and the Jerks 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?
The Offenders,
Jeff Mills,
Amon Düül,
The Busters,
Archie Shepp,
Interpol,
Main Source,
The Victims,
Harry Pussy,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Laurel Aitken,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Yazoo,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Lalo Schifrin,
8 Eyed Spy,
Lakeside,
Shuggie Otis,
Wasted Youth,
The Trojans,
This Heat,
Little Man,
Glenn Branca,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Bobby Byrd,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Kerri Chandler,
Mantronix,
Albert Ayler,
Theoretical Girls,
Toni Rubio,
The Neon Judgement,
Unwound,
Country Teasers,
Yellowson,
Lee Hazlewood,
Neu!,
Royal Trux,
Amazonics,
Desert Stars,
Jimmy McGriff,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Symarip,
Lyres,
Girls At Our Best!,
Ken Boothe,
Andrew Hill,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Sarah Menescal,
Dave Gahan,
Freddie Wadling,
Barrington Levy,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Godley & Creme,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Ralphi Rosario,
Bill Wells,
Chrome,
The J.B.'s,
David Axelrod,
Ultra Naté,
Radiopuhelimet, Radiopuhelimet, Radiopuhelimet, Radiopuhelimet.
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.