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 the UAE and from Bremen.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Slave to the jazz kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Harmonia. All the underground hits.
All Ornette Coleman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Toni Rubio record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Cale record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Soft Cell,
Terrestrial Tones,
Lakeside,
Deadbeat,
the Fania All-Stars,
Lower 48,
The Martian,
Sight & Sound,
Spoonie Gee,
10cc,
Rites of Spring,
John Coltrane,
Shoche,
Dark Day,
Graham Central Station,
Iggy Pop,
Newcleus,
Kenny Larkin,
Buzzcocks,
The Zeros,
Yusef Lateef,
Nico,
Crash Course in Science,
The Blues Magoos,
Nick Fraelich,
LL Cool J,
Jerry Gold Smith,
F. McDonald,
Au Pairs,
Cymande,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Jesper Dahlback,
Monolake,
Reuben Wilson,
Johnny Clarke,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Human League,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Drexciya,
cv313,
Heaven 17,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Circle Jerks,
James White and The Blacks,
H. Thieme,
Pierre Henry,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Remains,
Darondo,
Alison Limerick,
Skaos,
Blake Baxter,
Scientists,
Main Source,
The Stooges,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Peter & Gordon,
Dennis Brown,
Yellowson,
The Moleskins,
Wire,
The Music Machine, The Music Machine, The Music Machine, The Music Machine.
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.