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 United States and from Houston.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 marimba 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 The Blackbyrds to the grunge 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 Sam Rivers. All the underground hits.
All Intrusion tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Glenn Branca 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Alice Coltrane record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin 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?
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Marcia Griffiths,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Lyres,
Inner City,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Cramps,
Sun Ra,
Brass Construction,
Mission of Burma,
F. McDonald,
The Divine Comedy,
Dual Sessions,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Faraquet,
Jeff Mills,
Flipper,
Fatback Band,
The Count Five,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Detroit Cobras,
June of 44,
the Slits,
The Gap Band,
Moss Icon,
The Pretty Things,
Hashim,
Severed Heads,
Patti Smith,
a-ha,
Maurizio,
X-102,
Porter Ricks,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Happenings,
Mad Mike,
Arthur Verocai,
Public Image Ltd.,
Henry Cow,
The Move,
Susan Cadogan,
Scratch Acid,
The United States of America,
Bobby Sherman,
Johnny Clarke,
The Motions,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Whodini,
Marine Girls,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Bauhaus,
Rod Modell,
Pet Shop Boys,
Ten City,
Basic Channel,
Hot Snakes,
Stockholm Monsters,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Joy Division, Joy Division, Joy Division, Joy Division.
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.