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 Barbados and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 808 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 Black Pus to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Quando Quango. All the underground hits.
All The Martian tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Oblivians record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Cosmic Jokers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Deakin,
Joe Smooth,
Gang Starr,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Hasil Adkins,
Gregory Isaacs,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Jandek,
Erykah Badu,
John Foxx,
Matthew Bourne,
Deadbeat,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Essential Logic,
Whodini,
Half Japanese,
Skriet,
Pulsallama,
The Buckinghams,
Boz Scaggs,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
JFA,
Yellowson,
Grey Daturas,
Pagans,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Magma,
John Coltrane,
the Slits,
Guru Guru,
Spoonie Gee,
Bush Tetras,
Leonard Cohen,
Sound Behaviour,
A Certain Ratio,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Roxette,
Radiohead,
Tommy Roe,
Drexciya,
Max Romeo,
Bronski Beat,
Adolescents,
Todd Rundgren,
Can,
The Sisters of Mercy,
New Age Steppers,
Skaos,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Cheater Slicks,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Talk Talk,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Unwound,
Deepchord,
Sister Nancy,
Jeru the Damaja,
Blake Baxter,
The Last Poets,
Q65,
Curtis Mayfield,
Bill Near, Bill Near, Bill Near, Bill Near.
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.