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 Vietnam and from Taipei.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Curtis Mayfield to the electroclash 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 Tom Boy. All the underground hits.
All The Count Five tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Zero Boys 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Judy Mowatt record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Terry Callier,
Gong,
The Leaves,
Lungfish,
Aaron Thompson,
Gang Green,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Monolake,
Janne Schatter,
Aswad,
The Dirtbombs,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Sarah Menescal,
Bush Tetras,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Talk Talk,
Bill Near,
H. Thieme,
Jeff Lynne,
Grey Daturas,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Sam Rivers,
Khruangbin,
Newcleus,
Eric B and Rakim,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Pole,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Bizarre Inc.,
Lyres,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Sixth Finger,
X-102,
Vladislav Delay,
Smog,
Barbara Tucker,
The Pop Group,
Toni Rubio,
Kas Product,
Theoretical Girls,
Erykah Badu,
Gastr Del Sol,
Warren Ellis,
Brand Nubian,
Joe Finger,
Malaria!,
Deadbeat,
Boredoms,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Big Daddy Kane,
Dave Gahan,
Zero Boys,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Duran Duran,
Kevin Saunderson,
Glenn Branca,
Peter and Kerry,
Iggy Pop,
Deepchord,
Jesper Dahlback,
Saccharine Trust, Saccharine Trust, Saccharine Trust, Saccharine Trust.
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.