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 Chad and from Johannesburg.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Buckinghams 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 Girls At Our Best!. All the underground hits.
All Joyce Sims tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pantytec record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rufus Thomas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tommy Roe,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Junior Murvin,
Sexual Harrassment,
Wire,
Davy DMX,
China Crisis,
The Black Dice,
Vladislav Delay,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
John Coltrane,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Smiths,
Moby Grape,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Blues Magoos,
Wings,
The Sound,
Arcadia,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Deepchord,
Eli Mardock,
Man Parrish,
FM Einheit,
Gastr Del Sol,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Outsiders,
kango's stein massive,
Royal Trux,
Marine Girls,
Infiniti,
The Five Americans,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Banda Bassotti,
Soul Sonic Force,
Wolf Eyes,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Ituana,
One Last Wish,
Sugar Minott,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Nirvana,
Angry Samoans,
Khruangbin,
Nick Fraelich,
Black Bananas,
The Searchers,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Peter and Kerry,
Scott Walker,
Lightning Bolt,
LL Cool J,
F. McDonald,
The Dirtbombs,
Soulsonic Force,
JFA,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Au Pairs,
Mo-Dettes, Mo-Dettes, Mo-Dettes, Mo-Dettes.
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.