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 Manchester.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Lou Christie to the grime 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 Nas. All the underground hits.
All Roxy Music tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Justin Hinds & The Dominoes 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mars record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Theoretical Girls,
Eric Copeland,
Delon & Dalcan,
Circle Jerks,
Howard Jones,
Masters at Work,
Bauhaus,
Anakelly,
Pole,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Isaac Hayes,
John Coltrane,
Lou Reed,
Radiopuhelimet,
Echospace,
DNA,
Jesper Dahlback,
Popol Vuh,
Radiohead,
Bootsy Collins,
Crash Course in Science,
Lindisfarne,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Q and Not U,
Section 25,
Ultra Naté,
The Black Dice,
The Skatalites,
Schoolly D,
The Gladiators,
David Axelrod,
Shoche,
Shuggie Otis,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Eden Ahbez,
The Human League,
The Happenings,
Can,
Todd Terry,
Altered Images,
Carl Craig,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Tres Demented,
Swans,
Alphaville,
X-102,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Joey Negro,
The Smiths,
Main Source,
Black Bananas,
8 Eyed Spy,
UT,
The Doobie Brothers,
New Age Steppers,
Neil Young,
The Mummies,
The Count Five,
Nico,
Blancmange, Blancmange, Blancmange, Blancmange.
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.