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 Austria and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Salvador.
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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Jacques Brel to the rock 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 Radiohead. All the underground hits.
All Tim Buckley tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ultramagnetic MC's record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Crime record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Iggy Pop,
Joey Negro,
Glenn Branca,
Public Image Ltd.,
Quantec,
Blake Baxter,
Joensuu 1685,
Rakim,
Jeru the Damaja,
Model 500,
Mission of Burma,
The Fire Engines,
Lightning Bolt,
Cal Tjader,
Chris & Cosey,
The Gories,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Kurtis Blow,
Chris Corsano,
Roxy Music,
Marvin Gaye,
Eurythmics,
Prince Buster,
Moss Icon,
Harpers Bizarre,
F. McDonald,
Mo-Dettes,
Drive Like Jehu,
Bobby Sherman,
Surgeon,
Theoretical Girls,
Lyres,
Bobbi Humphrey,
X-102,
Country Teasers,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Loose Ends,
Mr. Review,
Albert Ayler,
The Blackbyrds,
Wings,
The Toasters,
Neil Young,
Eric B and Rakim,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Zapp,
Sexual Harrassment,
Harmonia,
The Slackers,
Gabor Szabo,
Bad Manners,
The Doobie Brothers,
DNA,
Piero Umiliani,
Patti Smith,
Frankie Knuckles,
Josef K,
World's Most,
Circle Jerks, Circle Jerks, Circle Jerks, Circle Jerks.
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.