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 Sweden and from Hong Kong.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 chamberlin 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 Young Rascals to the dance 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 Nation of Ulysses. All the underground hits.
All Royal Trux tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Association record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lower 48 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rotary Connection,
Sun City Girls,
The Gladiators,
Boz Scaggs,
Aloha Tigers,
Bootsy Collins,
Ten City,
Prince Buster,
Sparks,
Crash Course in Science,
Japan,
Kool Moe Dee,
Fela Kuti,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Glenn Branca,
Pharoah Sanders,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Joensuu 1685,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Section 25,
Little Man,
Roy Ayers,
Camouflage,
Clear Light,
Ken Boothe,
X-101,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Offenders,
Eddi Front,
The Moleskins,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Barry Ungar,
Yazoo,
10cc,
Jandek,
Masters at Work,
New Order,
The Litter,
Gregory Isaacs,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Gun Club,
Terry Callier,
Pere Ubu,
FM Einheit,
the Bar-Kays,
PIL,
kango's stein massive,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Arcadia,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Scratch Acid,
Cymande,
Bluetip,
Nas,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Mad Mike,
Nirvana,
Jimmy McGriff,
Popol Vuh,
The Electric Prunes,
Pole,
Michelle Simonal,
Bad Manners,
Drexciya, Drexciya, Drexciya, Drexciya.
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.