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 Maldives and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Portland.
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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Notorious Big And Bone Thugs to the rock 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 Duran Duran. All the underground hits.
All Jeff Lynne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Gun Club 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cecil Taylor record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Misunderstood,
Agent Orange,
Tears for Fears,
Smog,
The Buckinghams,
The Fortunes,
Andrew Hill,
Cymande,
Cal Tjader,
The Gories,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Mr. Review,
Robert Görl,
Black Moon,
The Moleskins,
Lungfish,
Make Up,
Max Romeo,
the Swans,
Jeff Mills,
Slave,
The Searchers,
Gabor Szabo,
UT,
The Barracudas,
The Angels of Light,
Lalann,
KRS-One,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Deakin,
Drive Like Jehu,
Gang Starr,
Jesper Dahlback,
Peter & Gordon,
Vladislav Delay,
La Düsseldorf,
The Raincoats,
Interpol,
The Blackbyrds,
Rites of Spring,
Gichy Dan,
Scan 7,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Gap Band,
Skaos,
Laurel Aitken,
Traffic Nightmare,
Buzzcocks,
X-Ray Spex,
The Fuzztones,
Mary Jane Girls,
Gregory Isaacs,
Wire,
Roy Ayers,
Jawbox,
The Dave Clark Five,
Donny Hathaway,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Parry Music,
New Order,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Blues Magoos, The Blues Magoos, The Blues Magoos, The Blues Magoos.
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.