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 Andorra and from Stockholm.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Richard Hell and the Voidoids to the electroclash 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 Harry Pussy. All the underground hits.
All Al Stewart tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Radiohead record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 a clarinet and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gregory Isaacs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gang Green,
Soul Sonic Force,
Chris Corsano,
Lebanon Hanover,
Rites of Spring,
Ultra Naté,
Shoche,
Porter Ricks,
Pulsallama,
Lucky Dragons,
June of 44,
Gil Scott Heron,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Lyres,
Aural Exciters,
Warsaw,
Youth Brigade,
Camberwell Now,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Flamin' Groovies,
Aloha Tigers,
The Misunderstood,
DJ Sneak,
Echospace,
The Mummies,
The Knickerbockers,
Spoonie Gee,
Mr. Review,
OOIOO,
The Detroit Cobras,
Model 500,
Bluetip,
Franke,
The Standells,
New York Dolls,
Scan 7,
Kerri Chandler,
Sarah Menescal,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Eddi Front,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Dual Sessions,
Ronan,
Alphaville,
Q65,
Agitation Free,
Crash Course in Science,
Jeru the Damaja,
Bobby Womack,
Young Marble Giants,
James Chance & The Contortions,
B.T. Express,
Al Stewart,
Grey Daturas,
Judy Mowatt,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
the Bar-Kays,
Toni Rubio,
Jeff Lynne,
Deakin,
Freddie Wadling,
Shuggie Otis,
Television, Television, Television, Television.
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.