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 China and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 Ornette Coleman to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 KRS-One. All the underground hits.
All Soul II Soul tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Erasure record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 a linndrum and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Alison Limerick record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Index,
Guru Guru,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Rekid,
Rosa Yemen,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Unwound,
Spoonie Gee,
8 Eyed Spy,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Bauhaus,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Peter & Gordon,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Be Bop Deluxe,
Steve Hackett,
Soft Cell,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Adolescents,
The Seeds,
Marvin Gaye,
Bobby Byrd,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Mojo Men,
Scan 7,
Bill Near,
Desert Stars,
Unrelated Segments,
This Heat,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
JFA,
Derrick Morgan,
The Neon Judgement,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Mandrill,
Swell Maps,
Bill Wells,
Grey Daturas,
the Germs,
The Five Americans,
Reagan Youth,
Deakin,
B.T. Express,
Accadde A,
Quadrant,
Thee Headcoats,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Kinks,
Circle Jerks,
The Slackers,
Lindisfarne,
New York Dolls,
Pulsallama,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Bang On A Can,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Eddi Front,
Mary Jane Girls,
Bluetip, Bluetip, Bluetip, Bluetip.
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.