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 Belarus and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Bologna.
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 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 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 June of 44 to the punk 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 Circle Jerks. All the underground hits.
All Dorothy Ashby tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Cale 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Little Man record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Gichy Dan,
Donald Byrd,
Alton Ellis,
UT,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Monochrome Set,
Aural Exciters,
Freddie Wadling,
Bobby Sherman,
Pharoah Sanders,
Essential Logic,
Supertramp,
Flash Fearless,
Soft Machine,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Gastr Del Sol,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Basic Channel,
Cybotron,
Unrelated Segments,
Model 500,
Yusef Lateef,
Fluxion,
Susan Cadogan,
Inner City,
Rapeman,
Faraquet,
Mars,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Kurtis Blow,
D'Angelo,
Bootsy Collins,
Bluetip,
Pierre Henry,
Piero Umiliani,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Flamin' Groovies,
Panda Bear,
Isaac Hayes,
Nirvana,
Monks,
Tears for Fears,
Von Mondo,
Deakin,
Juan Atkins,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Pantytec,
Blake Baxter,
The Leaves,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Cluster,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Bobby Byrd,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Roxy Music,
The Alarm Clocks, The Alarm Clocks, The Alarm Clocks, The Alarm Clocks.
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.