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 Armenia and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Houston.
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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 the Swans to the grunge 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 Glambeats Corp.. All the underground hits.
All Jerry's Kids tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eric Copeland 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a F. McDonald record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Section 25,
Slave,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Techniques,
the Association,
Todd Rundgren,
Davy DMX,
Television Personalities,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Doobie Brothers,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Japan,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Sixth Finger,
The Misunderstood,
Wally Richardson,
The Toasters,
Average White Band,
Flash Fearless,
Chris Corsano,
Alton Ellis,
Wings,
Lightning Bolt,
The Divine Comedy,
Q65,
Girls At Our Best!,
David Bowie,
Interpol,
Moss Icon,
Niagra,
Porter Ricks,
Khruangbin,
MDC,
Suicide,
Television,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Liliput,
Blake Baxter,
Donald Byrd,
Ronan,
Bobby Sherman,
Unwound,
The Flesh Eaters,
Kaleidoscope,
Eli Mardock,
Arthur Verocai,
Banda Bassotti,
Black Bananas,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
kango's stein massive,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Black Pus,
Public Image Ltd.,
The American Breed,
Lalann,
Ice-T,
Sonic Youth,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Kenny Larkin,
The Selecter,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry, Red Lorry Yellow Lorry, Red Lorry Yellow Lorry, Red Lorry Yellow Lorry.
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.