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 Uganda and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 Spokane and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 linndrum 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 Siouxsie and the Banshees to the grime kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 10cc. All the underground hits.
All The Stooges tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Radiopuhelimet record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 chamberlin and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a 10cc record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Faraquet,
Jeff Mills,
Y Pants,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Golliwogs,
Alice Coltrane,
Nils Olav,
The Walker Brothers,
John Cale,
Drive Like Jehu,
Porter Ricks,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Ultimate Spinach,
Soul II Soul,
Khruangbin,
Hashim,
La Düsseldorf,
Siglo XX,
Wolf Eyes,
Young Marble Giants,
10cc,
Joe Finger,
Steve Hackett,
Pere Ubu,
These Immortal Souls,
Black Flag,
The Star Department,
The Litter,
The Sound,
Livin' Joy,
Aloha Tigers,
The Fuzztones,
Al Stewart,
The Saints,
Ken Boothe,
Pharoah Sanders,
Ronan,
Skarface,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Can,
The Blackbyrds,
Juan Atkins,
Excepter,
Minutemen,
The Vogues,
K-Klass,
Kevin Saunderson,
Metal Thangz,
Traffic Nightmare,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Peter & Gordon,
The Selecter,
Tommy Roe,
The Remains,
The Neon Judgement,
Janne Schatter,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
cv313,
Magazine,
Hardrive,
Lyres, Lyres, Lyres, Lyres.
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.