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 Hungary and from Delhi.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Tokyo.
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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Teenage Jesus and the Jerks to the dance kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Ossler. All the underground hits.
All Crash Course in Science tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Al Stewart record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Grauzone record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bauhaus,
Ossler,
Lou Reed,
EPMD,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Frankie Knuckles,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Jeru the Damaja,
Mary Jane Girls,
Newcleus,
Radio Birdman,
Reagan Youth,
Fugazi,
Amon Düül II,
Gabor Szabo,
Johnny Osbourne,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Harry Pussy,
Neil Young,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Yaz,
The Cure,
Erasure,
Reuben Wilson,
Masters at Work,
The Stooges,
Warsaw,
Charles Mingus,
The Pop Group,
The Fire Engines,
Sonic Youth,
PIL,
The Associates,
Technova,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Sound Behaviour,
8 Eyed Spy,
These Immortal Souls,
Glenn Branca,
Simply Red,
Scientists,
The Zeros,
The Martian,
Derrick May,
LL Cool J,
Marmalade,
The Residents,
Essential Logic,
Minny Pops,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Marshall Jefferson,
Michelle Simonal,
Rosa Yemen,
The Alarm Clocks,
Jawbox,
Lucky Dragons,
David Axelrod,
Darondo,
Alice Coltrane,
Arcadia,
Basic Channel, Basic Channel, Basic Channel, Basic Channel.
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.