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 Samoa and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage 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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 Holger Czukay 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 Patti Smith to the grunge 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 X-101. All the underground hits.
All Sam Rivers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Au Pairs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
ABBA,
Joe Finger,
Babytalk,
Joy Division,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Amon Düül,
Gabor Szabo,
The Motions,
Nas,
Skriet,
T.S.O.L.,
Faust,
The Velvet Underground,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Motorama,
Agitation Free,
the Normal,
David Axelrod,
Arthur Verocai,
Massinfluence,
Black Sheep,
Faraquet,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Henry Cow,
Crime,
Jeff Lynne,
The American Breed,
Fifty Foot Hose,
X-102,
Joey Negro,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Boz Scaggs,
Ronan,
Jerry's Kids,
Junior Murvin,
Angry Samoans,
Pantytec,
Anakelly,
Bang On A Can,
PIL,
Barry Ungar,
The Zeros,
Nation of Ulysses,
Franke,
Procol Harum,
Ice-T,
Rotary Connection,
Schoolly D,
UT,
The Doors,
KRS-One,
Dennis Brown,
The Doobie Brothers,
Lalann,
World's Most,
June Days,
The Music Machine,
Sun City Girls,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Harry Pussy,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Basic Channel,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Sound, The Sound, The Sound, The Sound.
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.