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 Botswana and from Johannesburg.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the sitar 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 Accadde A to the punk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 CMW. All the underground hits.
All Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Severed Heads record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 theremin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Morten Harket record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Suburban Knight,
Echospace,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Peter & Gordon,
Agitation Free,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Warren Ellis,
The Velvet Underground,
The Slackers,
Gang Gang Dance,
Man Parrish,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Laurel Aitken,
Ituana,
Lower 48,
Infiniti,
Black Flag,
Donald Byrd,
the Soft Cell,
Mo-Dettes,
Rosa Yemen,
Hasil Adkins,
Q and Not U,
K-Klass,
New York Dolls,
Bootsy Collins,
Iggy Pop,
Sugar Minott,
Icehouse,
CMW,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Lou Christie,
Jeru the Damaja,
Andrew Hill,
Funky Four + One,
Pylon,
The Martian,
Siglo XX,
Loose Ends,
Albert Ayler,
Scott Walker,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Amon Düül,
Gong,
Glenn Branca,
The Smiths,
Freddie Wadling,
Joey Negro,
Mark Hollis,
Derrick May,
Colin Newman,
Alton Ellis,
Sandy B,
Brick,
Grey Daturas,
Jimmy McGriff,
Isaac Hayes,
The Buckinghams,
OOIOO,
the Slits, the Slits, the Slits, the Slits.
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.