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 France and from Halifax.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
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 Boredoms to the funk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Kayak. All the underground hits.
All The Cure tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Mummies record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wally Richardson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gregory Isaacs,
June Days,
Ohio Players,
Gong,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Cal Tjader,
Yusef Lateef,
Tim Buckley,
Duran Duran,
The Dirtbombs,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Dave Clark Five,
Toni Rubio,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
EPMD,
Unwound,
The Golliwogs,
Stiv Bators,
Dave Gahan,
Smog,
Sonic Youth,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Unrelated Segments,
X-102,
Television,
Tropical Tobacco,
Grey Daturas,
The Fugs,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Connie Case,
Bobby Byrd,
Index,
The Pop Group,
Eric Dolphy,
Saccharine Trust,
10cc,
Bang On A Can,
Sam Rivers,
Soulsonic Force,
Mo-Dettes,
Panda Bear,
Make Up,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Lungfish,
Dawn Penn,
The Fall,
Delon & Dalcan,
Spandau Ballet,
Aswad,
Khruangbin,
Flamin' Groovies,
kango's stein massive,
Dead Boys,
Blancmange,
Gabor Szabo,
Massinfluence,
Pantytec,
Morten Harket,
Procol Harum,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Metal Thangz,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds, Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds, Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds, Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds.
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.