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 Indonesia and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Quando Quango to the rock kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Young Marble Giants. All the underground hits.
All Cheater Slicks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Camouflage 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Unwound record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sexual Harrassment,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Magma,
Chrome,
Outsiders,
Underground Resistance,
Lakeside,
Depeche Mode,
Japan,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Pagans,
The Dave Clark Five,
CMW,
Bang On A Can,
Alton Ellis,
One Last Wish,
Traffic Nightmare,
Todd Rundgren,
Drexciya,
Black Pus,
Lou Reed,
Cecil Taylor,
Cheater Slicks,
Girls At Our Best!,
Charles Mingus,
Frankie Knuckles,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Moby Grape,
Nico,
The Fire Engines,
Toni Rubio,
The Move,
The Doobie Brothers,
Country Teasers,
The Five Americans,
Barrington Levy,
Sandy B,
Desert Stars,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Minnie Riperton,
Sarah Menescal,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Amazonics,
Maleditus Sound,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Easy Going,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Camberwell Now,
Erykah Badu,
The Black Dice,
Bill Near,
Harmonia,
Sonny Sharrock,
Darondo,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
the Sonics,
10cc,
Matthew Bourne,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Icehouse,
In Retrospect,
Jeff Mills,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Panda Bear, Panda Bear, Panda Bear, Panda Bear.
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.