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 Nigeria and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 Toronto and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Kaleidoscope to the grunge 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 Liaisons Dangereuses. All the underground hits.
All Kevin Saunderson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Idris Muhammad record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jeru the Damaja record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Warren Ellis,
The Skatalites,
Danielle Patucci,
T. Rex,
Au Pairs,
Marc Almond,
Wolf Eyes,
the Soft Cell,
Michelle Simonal,
Lucky Dragons,
Andrew Hill,
Dorothy Ashby,
David McCallum,
Groovy Waters,
Ituana,
Blancmange,
E-Dancer,
Khruangbin,
10cc,
In Retrospect,
Bill Near,
Roxette,
Basic Channel,
Piero Umiliani,
Bush Tetras,
Grandmaster Flash,
Robert Wyatt,
Mad Mike,
The Remains,
John Coltrane,
Yazoo,
Stiv Bators,
La Düsseldorf,
The Neon Judgement,
Absolute Body Control,
The Shadows of Knight,
EPMD,
Sexual Harrassment,
Rotary Connection,
Procol Harum,
Skaos,
Minor Threat,
Unwound,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Schoolly D,
John Holt,
Erykah Badu,
Amon Düül II,
Alison Limerick,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Yaz,
Soul Sonic Force,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Barry Ungar,
Todd Terry,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Faust,
The Offenders,
Soulsonic Force,
The Fire Engines,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Tim Buckley, Tim Buckley, Tim Buckley, Tim Buckley.
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.