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 Yemen and from Mexico City.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 1968 at the first Can practice in a loft in Cologne.
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 China Crisis to the rock 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 Quadrant. All the underground hits.
All Urselle tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fire Engines 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tom Boy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bill Near,
Kas Product,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Minutemen,
Davy DMX,
Lakeside,
Ornette Coleman,
Dead Boys,
John Coltrane,
H. Thieme,
The Motions,
Sarah Menescal,
The Gories,
Altered Images,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Clear Light,
Tommy Roe,
EPMD,
Banda Bassotti,
The Cramps,
Scientists,
Eddi Front,
The Divine Comedy,
Rotary Connection,
Half Japanese,
Trumans Water,
Sixth Finger,
Lindisfarne,
Barry Ungar,
Soft Machine,
Dennis Brown,
Ten City,
Wolf Eyes,
Curtis Mayfield,
Kaleidoscope,
Ultra Naté,
Amazonics,
Quadrant,
Angry Samoans,
Deepchord,
Section 25,
Ultimate Spinach,
Soul II Soul,
Sight & Sound,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Monks,
Hasil Adkins,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Gap Band,
Urselle,
The Five Americans,
F. McDonald,
Hashim,
Stereo Dub,
Television,
Iggy Pop,
Roger Hodgson,
Moss Icon,
The Blackbyrds,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Wake,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx, Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx, Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx, Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx.
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.