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 Antigua and from Stockholm.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the organ 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 Zero Boys to the grunge kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Sound Behaviour. All the underground hits.
All Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Durutti Column record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Lydon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Thompson Twins,
the Sonics,
Severed Heads,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Modern Lovers,
Eli Mardock,
Con Funk Shun,
Bluetip,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
H. Thieme,
Tomorrow,
Danielle Patucci,
Pagans,
The Stooges,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Joensuu 1685,
Camberwell Now,
Los Fastidios,
The Seeds,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Mo-Dettes,
Althea and Donna,
The Blackbyrds,
U.S. Maple,
Barclay James Harvest,
Radiopuhelimet,
Moss Icon,
The Dirtbombs,
Half Japanese,
Chrome,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Monks,
Avey Tare,
Flash Fearless,
Black Sheep,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Yellowson,
Junior Murvin,
Erykah Badu,
Desert Stars,
Bobby Byrd,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Tres Demented,
The Pretty Things,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Can,
Rakim,
Babytalk,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Cybotron,
JFA,
Supertramp,
Camouflage,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Searchers,
Nation of Ulysses,
Prince Buster,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Juan Atkins,
Fugazi, Fugazi, Fugazi, Fugazi.
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.