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 Venezuela and from Spokane.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the oboe 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 Scott Walker to the punk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 The Motions. All the underground hits.
All Spandau Ballet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sister Nancy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Boredoms record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin 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?
Mr. Review,
Anthony Braxton,
Jeff Mills,
Danielle Patucci,
Jacob Miller,
Anakelly,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Organ,
Siglo XX,
Whodini,
Rhythm & Sound,
Idris Muhammad,
E-Dancer,
Mission of Burma,
Audionom,
Man Eating Sloth,
Sarah Menescal,
The Barracudas,
The Motions,
JFA,
The Skatalites,
Bad Manners,
Max Romeo,
The Busters,
Eric Copeland,
Pere Ubu,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Sound Behaviour,
Gang Starr,
Flamin' Groovies,
Cheater Slicks,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Bobby Sherman,
John Cale,
Simply Red,
Iggy Pop,
Lakeside,
Faust,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Sly & The Family Stone,
the Sonics,
X-101,
Goldenarms,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Matthew Bourne,
The Flesh Eaters,
Marmalade,
Accadde A,
Flash Fearless,
Slick Rick,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Gichy Dan,
Davy DMX,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Bush Tetras,
June of 44,
Brass Construction,
The Move,
Bob Dylan, Bob Dylan, Bob Dylan, Bob Dylan.
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.