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 Madagascar and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Milan.
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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Neil Young & Crazy Horse to the grime kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Flamin' Groovies. All the underground hits.
All The Trojans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Young Rascals record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Peanut Butter Conspiracy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crime,
The Offenders,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Barrington Levy,
Section 25,
Freddie Wadling,
The Trojans,
The Smiths,
Avey Tare,
The Index,
Tim Buckley,
The Raincoats,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
ABC,
Danielle Patucci,
Susan Cadogan,
Man Eating Sloth,
Deepchord,
Warren Ellis,
The Sound,
Soul Sonic Force,
Los Fastidios,
Matthew Bourne,
T. Rex,
Marine Girls,
The Monks,
Fluxion,
Stetsasonic,
Dual Sessions,
Kayak,
Depeche Mode,
Dawn Penn,
Davy DMX,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Mary Jane Girls,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Stooges,
Scientists,
Ohio Players,
the Soft Cell,
Pere Ubu,
Saccharine Trust,
Arab on Radar,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Essential Logic,
The Busters,
The Fuzztones,
Guru Guru,
Arcadia,
Groovy Waters,
Hardrive,
John Cale,
CMW,
FM Einheit,
Aural Exciters,
Skarface,
Lalann,
Nas,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Rapeman,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Quadrant, Quadrant, Quadrant, Quadrant.
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.