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 Comoros 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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 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 Albert Ayler to the techno kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Kurtis Blow. All the underground hits.
All Scratch Acid tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wings record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gabor Szabo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Clear Light,
Schoolly D,
The Names,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Albert Ayler,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Oneida,
Ornette Coleman,
Juan Atkins,
Camouflage,
The Modern Lovers,
Blancmange,
Pylon,
MC5,
Youth Brigade,
Kaleidoscope,
Surgeon,
Swans,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Associates,
Scan 7,
Jeff Mills,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Graham Central Station,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Anthony Braxton,
The Fire Engines,
Matthew Bourne,
Rapeman,
Amon Düül,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Lyres,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Nas,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Gang Starr,
Fluxion,
ABBA,
Lightning Bolt,
Pharoah Sanders,
Laurel Aitken,
Talk Talk,
Peter and Kerry,
Mission of Burma,
Jeff Lynne,
Rekid,
Rufus Thomas,
F. McDonald,
Piero Umiliani,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Marc Almond,
The Tremeloes,
The Victims,
Hardrive,
Arab on Radar,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Reagan Youth,
Avey Tare,
Janne Schatter,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Bauhaus, Bauhaus, Bauhaus, Bauhaus.
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.