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 Nicaragua and from Bologna.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Con Funk Shun to the punk 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 The Dirtbombs. All the underground hits.
All Khruangbin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Can record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 marimba and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Electric Prunes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Normal,
Stereo Dub,
Leonard Cohen,
The Detroit Cobras,
Don Cherry,
Minutemen,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Sonics,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Pere Ubu,
La Düsseldorf,
Drexciya,
Joy Division,
The Cramps,
Country Teasers,
Wally Richardson,
Rufus Thomas,
Lucky Dragons,
The Cowsills,
Fugazi,
Big Daddy Kane,
Fat Boys,
Nation of Ulysses,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Scion,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Radiohead,
Black Flag,
Howard Jones,
Excepter,
F. McDonald,
The Real Kids,
Juan Atkins,
Public Enemy,
The Associates,
Mad Mike,
Sly & The Family Stone,
PIL,
Andrew Hill,
The Misunderstood,
Eli Mardock,
Lou Reed,
Eve St. Jones,
Skarface,
The Motions,
Sun Ra,
AZ,
Laurel Aitken,
the Swans,
Tres Demented,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Unrelated Segments,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Jerry's Kids,
Babytalk, Babytalk, Babytalk, Babytalk.
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.