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 Swaziland and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 Jawbox to the electroclash 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 Terror Squad Feat. Camron. All the underground hits.
All Oblivians tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mark Hollis record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 a theremin and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Saints record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Sällskapet,
the Slits,
Accadde A,
Mo-Dettes,
Roxy Music,
New Order,
Basic Channel,
Make Up,
Lalo Schifrin,
Intrusion,
Interpol,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Arthur Verocai,
the Normal,
Visage,
One Last Wish,
The Remains,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Grauzone,
Derrick Morgan,
Unrelated Segments,
Nik Kershaw,
Eric Dolphy,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Star Department,
Robert Wyatt,
Main Source,
Oneida,
Gang of Four,
John Cale,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Buckinghams,
Yellowson,
Joe Finger,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Jeru the Damaja,
Reuben Wilson,
The Neon Judgement,
Matthew Halsall,
Panda Bear,
Stetsasonic,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Japan,
Byron Stingily,
Fad Gadget,
The Gladiators,
Popol Vuh,
Black Sheep,
the Human League,
Amon Düül II,
Soul II Soul,
B.T. Express,
Avey Tare,
Mark Hollis,
Faraquet,
The Victims,
Magma,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Roy Ayers,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
the Bar-Kays,
Aswad,
The Last Poets,
Aural Exciters, Aural Exciters, Aural Exciters, Aural Exciters.
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.