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 Samoa and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 marimba 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 The Smiths to the disco kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Trumans Water. All the underground hits.
All Gichy Dan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Trumans Water record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Y Pants record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Skaos,
Kas Product,
Second Layer,
Lightning Bolt,
Chris & Cosey,
Trumans Water,
China Crisis,
Drexciya,
Idris Muhammad,
Dorothy Ashby,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Magazine,
Barbara Tucker,
Judy Mowatt,
Minny Pops,
Bauhaus,
New Age Steppers,
John Cale,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Black Moon,
The Zeros,
Camberwell Now,
Joensuu 1685,
Peter and Kerry,
A Certain Ratio,
Gang Gang Dance,
Faraquet,
The Fuzztones,
Nirvana,
Barclay James Harvest,
Alton Ellis,
Glambeats Corp.,
Throbbing Gristle,
Average White Band,
Fluxion,
Funkadelic,
The Cure,
Mantronix,
David Bowie,
Pussy Galore,
Rekid,
Bluetip,
The Dead C,
Groovy Waters,
Moby Grape,
Deepchord,
Aswad,
The Gun Club,
The Last Poets,
Pharoah Sanders,
Ultra Naté,
Newcleus,
Ultimate Spinach,
Infiniti,
Harpers Bizarre,
Outsiders,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Arab on Radar,
Altered Images,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx, Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx, Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx, Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx.
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.