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 Belize and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 organ 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 Anthony Braxton to the funk 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 Roxette. All the underground hits.
All Bang on a Can All-Stars tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Donald Byrd record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 chamberlin and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a PIL record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mo-Dettes,
Agitation Free,
The Index,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Mad Mike,
Bauhaus,
The Vogues,
Roger Hodgson,
Pagans,
Black Flag,
The Move,
Matthew Bourne,
Sam Rivers,
FM Einheit,
Wolf Eyes,
Eden Ahbez,
Bobby Byrd,
Stetsasonic,
Barbara Tucker,
Deadbeat,
Das Ding,
Fugazi,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Monolake,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Ultimate Spinach,
F. McDonald,
Graham Central Station,
Girls At Our Best!,
Arthur Verocai,
The Residents,
The Star Department,
Fad Gadget,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
CMW,
Rhythm & Sound,
Eve St. Jones,
Jesper Dahlback,
Mr. Review,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Zeros,
X-Ray Spex,
Radiohead,
Reagan Youth,
Inner City,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Gladiators,
The Red Krayola,
Slick Rick,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Monks,
Jandek,
ABC,
The Associates,
Easy Going,
Interpol,
Niagra,
Warsaw,
Joe Smooth,
Darondo,
The Alarm Clocks,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz, Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz, Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz, Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz.
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.