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 India and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 organ 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 Rufus Thomas to the disco 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 Jerry Gold Smith. All the underground hits.
All Bobby Hutcherson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Minutemen 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pierre Henry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Electric Light Orchestra,
Bobby Womack,
Angry Samoans,
Royal Trux,
X-101,
Kaleidoscope,
June of 44,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Jeff Lynne,
Lakeside,
Franke,
Popol Vuh,
The Wake,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Cowsills,
Brand Nubian,
Q and Not U,
Y Pants,
Sam Rivers,
The Zeros,
Bad Manners,
Oneida,
John Cale,
Sällskapet,
The Happenings,
Malaria!,
Gregory Isaacs,
Sonic Youth,
Anthony Braxton,
Scott Walker,
Joyce Sims,
T.S.O.L.,
Thee Headcoats,
The Cure,
The Angels of Light,
Minor Threat,
8 Eyed Spy,
Arab on Radar,
Pulsallama,
The Smiths,
Jandek,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Sun City Girls,
Eric B and Rakim,
David Axelrod,
Accadde A,
Faust,
Thompson Twins,
The Neon Judgement,
Danielle Patucci,
Fear,
The Dirtbombs,
Rapeman,
Ronan,
Trumans Water,
Nico,
Crooked Eye,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Fall,
The Alarm Clocks,
Grauzone,
Sandy B, Sandy B, Sandy B, Sandy B.
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.