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 Madagascar and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Eric Dolphy to the rock kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Delon & Dalcan. All the underground hits.
All the Germs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Oneida record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba 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 Blues Magoos,
ABBA,
Junior Murvin,
The Doobie Brothers,
Crooked Eye,
10cc,
Harmonia,
The Sound,
Morten Harket,
Crispy Ambulance,
John Cale,
Nik Kershaw,
The Divine Comedy,
48th St. Collective,
Cybotron,
Todd Rundgren,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Qualms,
Animal Collective,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Leonard Cohen,
Lakeside,
a-ha,
Bobby Womack,
The Cramps,
Theoretical Girls,
Model 500,
Warsaw,
Mantronix,
Marcia Griffiths,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Schoolly D,
Essential Logic,
Eurythmics,
Alton Ellis,
The Five Americans,
The Leaves,
The Monochrome Set,
Todd Terry,
Pantaleimon,
JFA,
The Dead C,
Rapeman,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Smiths,
The Misunderstood,
Heaven 17,
Bob Dylan,
Nick Fraelich,
UT,
The Litter,
Mission of Burma,
Bang On A Can,
Pere Ubu,
Radiopuhelimet,
Wings,
Mr. Review,
the Human League,
Kerri Chandler,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Barrington Levy,
Rufus Thomas, Rufus Thomas, Rufus Thomas, Rufus Thomas.
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.