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 Kosovo and from Edmonton.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Columbus.
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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Heaven 17 to the disco 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 Music Machine. All the underground hits.
All Flipper tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sex Pistols record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Raincoats record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pantytec,
Yaz,
Carl Craig,
Max Romeo,
June Days,
Maurizio,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Gong,
Matthew Halsall,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Rosa Yemen,
Unrelated Segments,
Easy Going,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Magazine,
Lou Christie,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
T.S.O.L.,
Eden Ahbez,
Swans,
Bobby Womack,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
a-ha,
Arab on Radar,
Moby Grape,
Moebius,
The Fuzztones,
Drive Like Jehu,
Ken Boothe,
L. Decosne,
Spandau Ballet,
Kas Product,
Donny Hathaway,
Robert Wyatt,
The Monks,
Barrington Levy,
Second Layer,
Lebanon Hanover,
KRS-One,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Young Marble Giants,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Dual Sessions,
Monks,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Joe Smooth,
The Pretty Things,
Index,
China Crisis,
Ossler,
Q65,
Japan,
Lakeside,
Moss Icon,
Jerry's Kids,
Lightning Bolt,
Pussy Galore, Pussy Galore, Pussy Galore, Pussy Galore.
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.