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 Haiti and from Beijing.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Kaleidoscope 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 Neil Young & Crazy Horse. All the underground hits.
All Agitation Free tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Circle Jerks,
Lou Reed,
Khruangbin,
Throbbing Gristle,
Monolake,
Loose Ends,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Sight & Sound,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Desert Stars,
Donny Hathaway,
The Pop Group,
Stereo Dub,
Iggy Pop,
Fatback Band,
Archie Shepp,
James White and The Blacks,
The Techniques,
The Doors,
Easy Going,
Jacob Miller,
Brand Nubian,
The Gun Club,
Wire,
Ultravox,
Avey Tare,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Lee Hazlewood,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Ralphi Rosario,
Lou Christie,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Sound Behaviour,
U.S. Maple,
The Seeds,
Lower 48,
L. Decosne,
John Cale,
The Blues Magoos,
Sex Pistols,
Jacques Brel,
Sarah Menescal,
Mission of Burma,
Robert Wyatt,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Underground Resistance,
the Slits,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
John Foxx,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Barry Ungar,
Robert Görl,
Moby Grape,
The Young Rascals,
The Sound,
Urselle,
Barbara Tucker,
Average White Band,
Man Eating Sloth,
Slave,
Flamin' Groovies, Flamin' Groovies, Flamin' Groovies, Flamin' Groovies.
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.