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 Greece and from Lille.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Royal Trux to the disco 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 Colin Newman. All the underground hits.
All Lou Reed tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Simply Red record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 synthesizer and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ituana record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Remains,
Animal Collective,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Bob Dylan,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
the Fania All-Stars,
Pussy Galore,
The Grass Roots,
Eli Mardock,
a-ha,
Marshall Jefferson,
Warren Ellis,
Pole,
The Beau Brummels,
The Offenders,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Marvin Gaye,
The Toasters,
The Divine Comedy,
T.S.O.L.,
New York Dolls,
Idris Muhammad,
Pet Shop Boys,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Moleskins,
The Litter,
X-101,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Moss Icon,
The Zeros,
The Star Department,
R.M.O.,
Connie Case,
Sister Nancy,
Mantronix,
Monolake,
Crime,
The Index,
Shoche,
Skarface,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Scientists,
Pylon,
Sun Ra,
Ludus,
Ice-T,
Kaleidoscope,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Gastr Del Sol,
X-102,
Unwound,
Maleditus Sound,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Can,
Ornette Coleman,
Con Funk Shun,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Buckinghams,
Jawbox, Jawbox, Jawbox, Jawbox.
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.