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 El Salvador 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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the theremin 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 Gong to the electroclash 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 Robert Görl. All the underground hits.
All David McCallum tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Khruangbin record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 an organ and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Iggy Pop record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sight & Sound,
Gil Scott Heron,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Adolescents,
Terrestrial Tones,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Malaria!,
Ohio Players,
X-102,
Technova,
Boredoms,
Barclay James Harvest,
Whodini,
Throbbing Gristle,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Ossler,
The Beau Brummels,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Country Teasers,
Andrew Hill,
Ultra Naté,
the Fania All-Stars,
Rufus Thomas,
Todd Rundgren,
Soft Cell,
Public Enemy,
Buzzcocks,
Dave Gahan,
Bob Dylan,
Main Source,
The Young Rascals,
Mission of Burma,
KRS-One,
Symarip,
Wally Richardson,
Royal Trux,
Bobby Sherman,
Goldenarms,
Lungfish,
Inner City,
Surgeon,
The Sonics,
Sandy B,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Flesh Eaters,
In Retrospect,
LL Cool J,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Pagans,
Mary Jane Girls,
Excepter,
Audionom,
David Axelrod,
Rites of Spring,
Slave,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Tommy Roe,
Amon Düül,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Sarah Menescal,
Sly & The Family Stone, Sly & The Family Stone, Sly & The Family Stone, Sly & The Family Stone.
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.