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 Cape Verde and from Mexico City.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Jeru the Damaja to the punk 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 Scott Walker. All the underground hits.
All Grauzone tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Teenage Jesus and the Jerks 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Cale,
Glenn Branca,
Goldenarms,
Bobby Byrd,
David Bowie,
The Velvet Underground,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Fuzztones,
The Last Poets,
Nation of Ulysses,
Soul II Soul,
Soft Machine,
Lalann,
Joe Smooth,
Mo-Dettes,
Adolescents,
Lucky Dragons,
Sound Behaviour,
Angry Samoans,
Agitation Free,
The Young Rascals,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Byron Stingily,
Severed Heads,
Gang Gang Dance,
Yazoo,
Arab on Radar,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Banda Bassotti,
Echospace,
Man Parrish,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Wings,
Girls At Our Best!,
Scrapy,
the Swans,
Peter and Kerry,
Jacob Miller,
Grauzone,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Porter Ricks,
Eric Copeland,
Dawn Penn,
Marine Girls,
Lalo Schifrin,
Television Personalities,
Alphaville,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Groovy Waters,
The Five Americans,
OOIOO,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Spandau Ballet,
Rotary Connection,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Kas Product,
Maurizio,
Marmalade,
The Searchers,
Chris & Cosey,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux, Lizzy Mercier Descloux, Lizzy Mercier Descloux, Lizzy Mercier Descloux.
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.