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 Mongolia and from Cairo.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 1970 at the first Onyeabor practice in a loft in Enugu.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Lou Reed to the funk 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 Skarface. All the underground hits.
All The Count Five tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every DeepChord presents Echospace record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 synthesizer and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Metal Thangz 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?
Groovy Waters,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Arthur Verocai,
T.S.O.L.,
Ludus,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Danielle Patucci,
Cecil Taylor,
Delon & Dalcan,
Robert Görl,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
10cc,
the Association,
Amon Düül,
The Seeds,
Underground Resistance,
Drexciya,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Grauzone,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Bluetip,
Agent Orange,
Mr. Review,
The Fortunes,
Charles Mingus,
Steve Hackett,
Rufus Thomas,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Gladiators,
The Trojans,
Heaven 17,
Symarip,
Essential Logic,
The Misunderstood,
The Shadows of Knight,
Accadde A,
Bizarre Inc.,
Subhumans,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Rakim,
Andrew Hill,
Hoover,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Sex Pistols,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Warren Ellis,
Blossom Toes,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Lou Christie,
Cheater Slicks,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Glambeats Corp.,
Lindisfarne,
Maleditus Sound,
Bad Manners,
Marc Almond,
Jeff Lynne,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Dead Boys, Dead Boys, Dead Boys, Dead Boys.
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.