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 Eritrea and from New York.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the sitar 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 Piero Umiliani to the funk 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 Nico. All the underground hits.
All Sun City Girls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Panda Bear record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Angels of Light record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eden Ahbez,
Sister Nancy,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Lower 48,
Ice-T,
Skaos,
JFA,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Mummies,
The Cowsills,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Loose Ends,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Velvet Underground,
The Skatalites,
DJ Sneak,
Pole,
The Associates,
MC5,
FM Einheit,
Michelle Simonal,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Crispian St. Peters,
Basic Channel,
Bobby Sherman,
Pharoah Sanders,
Rotary Connection,
John Coltrane,
Crooked Eye,
Peter and Kerry,
Cecil Taylor,
Soft Cell,
Arthur Verocai,
Y Pants,
Alphaville,
Deakin,
Second Layer,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Cymande,
One Last Wish,
The Slackers,
The Grass Roots,
48th St. Collective,
Arab on Radar,
Cybotron,
Donald Byrd,
Moby Grape,
The Durutti Column,
Mo-Dettes,
New York Dolls,
Pierre Henry,
Hoover,
Leonard Cohen,
Man Eating Sloth,
Patti Smith,
Rufus Thomas,
Quando Quango,
Aural Exciters,
Ten City,
Kenny Larkin,
These Immortal Souls,
KRS-One, KRS-One, KRS-One, KRS-One.
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.