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 Iran and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Reed & John Cale to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Sonic Youth. All the underground hits.
All Fat Boys tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Chris & Cosey 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Knickerbockers,
Nik Kershaw,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Ken Boothe,
Lou Christie,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Stiv Bators,
Johnny Clarke,
Kurtis Blow,
Funky Four + One,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Avey Tare,
Lyres,
The Real Kids,
Con Funk Shun,
Nas,
T. Rex,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Move,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Blake Baxter,
Brick,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Darondo,
Marcia Griffiths,
Erasure,
Sam Rivers,
Jeff Lynne,
Gastr Del Sol,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Flesh Eaters,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Bob Dylan,
Negative Approach,
Don Cherry,
Pet Shop Boys,
Mars,
The Barracudas,
Archie Shepp,
Barclay James Harvest,
Subhumans,
John Holt,
Cal Tjader,
The Monks,
Reagan Youth,
Cheater Slicks,
The Slits,
Minny Pops,
Derrick May,
Quando Quango,
The Doors,
Fatback Band,
Glambeats Corp.,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Maleditus Sound,
U.S. Maple,
Tomorrow,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Lou Reed & John Cale, Lou Reed & John Cale, Lou Reed & John Cale, Lou Reed & John Cale.
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.