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 Niger and from Seoul.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the organ 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 Bluetip to the dance kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Girls At Our Best!. All the underground hits.
All James Chance & The Contortions tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Barrington Levy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 guitar and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Quando Quango record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eric Dolphy,
Thee Headcoats,
Basic Channel,
The Searchers,
Pagans,
Drexciya,
Carl Craig,
The Fuzztones,
Television Personalities,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Oblivians,
Franke,
Nico,
Ornette Coleman,
Jerry's Kids,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Audionom,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Human League,
The Sound,
Lalo Schifrin,
Malaria!,
Marine Girls,
Slick Rick,
Spandau Ballet,
Slave,
Urselle,
Tropical Tobacco,
Yazoo,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Average White Band,
Camouflage,
CMW,
Quantec,
Stetsasonic,
Arab on Radar,
The Stooges,
Pole,
Pharoah Sanders,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Fortunes,
Bad Manners,
The Fugs,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Pretty Things,
Harmonia,
The Zeros,
Wasted Youth,
The Star Department,
Whodini,
Gregory Isaacs,
The J.B.'s,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Eric Copeland,
Letta Mbulu,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Dual Sessions,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Kas Product,
Hashim,
Danielle Patucci,
Magazine,
Qualms, Qualms, Qualms, Qualms.
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.