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 Germany and from Houston.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Anthony Braxton to the grunge kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Susan Cadogan. All the underground hits.
All Black Flag tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nik Kershaw 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Suburban Knight record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dave Gahan,
Fugazi,
Neil Young,
Fad Gadget,
Pantaleimon,
Joensuu 1685,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Thee Headcoats,
Don Cherry,
Q65,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Crash Course in Science,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
OOIOO,
Section 25,
Bluetip,
Average White Band,
Technova,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Leonard Cohen,
The Blackbyrds,
Deadbeat,
Vainqueur,
Kayak,
Tres Demented,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Qualms,
Bush Tetras,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Fear,
Deepchord,
June of 44,
Excepter,
cv313,
The Electric Prunes,
The Leaves,
MDC,
Archie Shepp,
Yusef Lateef,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Erasure,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Negative Approach,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Minutemen,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Faust,
James White and The Blacks,
ABC,
Unwound,
The J.B.'s,
Gregory Isaacs,
Trumans Water,
Magazine,
The Gap Band,
Bobbi Humphrey,
H. Thieme,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Grandmaster Flash,
Von Mondo,
T. Rex, T. Rex, T. Rex, T. Rex.
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.