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 Senegal and from Lagos.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
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 Dark Day to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Hoover. All the underground hits.
All The Mighty Diamonds tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fela Kuti record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Victims record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jawbox,
Danielle Patucci,
Gong,
Eric B and Rakim,
Radiohead,
The Black Dice,
Lou Christie,
Roxette,
LL Cool J,
AZ,
Niagra,
Crooked Eye,
Rod Modell,
The Human League,
Surgeon,
Soft Machine,
Maleditus Sound,
Wasted Youth,
The Golliwogs,
Gichy Dan,
Lee Hazlewood,
Fela Kuti,
Albert Ayler,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Sex Pistols,
Joe Finger,
Mark Hollis,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
E-Dancer,
Althea and Donna,
Black Flag,
One Last Wish,
Todd Rundgren,
Reagan Youth,
Don Cherry,
The Associates,
Das Ding,
Intrusion,
Shuggie Otis,
Eric Dolphy,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Connie Case,
Interpol,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Bluetip,
Index,
Amon Düül II,
Joy Division,
Minutemen,
Lower 48,
Henry Cow,
Roxy Music,
Symarip,
Crispian St. Peters,
Scott Walker,
Yusef Lateef,
The Smiths,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
a-ha,
The Durutti Column,
The Offenders,
Duran Duran, Duran Duran, Duran Duran, Duran Duran.
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.