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 Somalia and from Seoul.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 oboe 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 Barbara Tucker to the jazz 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 Quadrant. All the underground hits.
All The Index tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Supertramp record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Y Pants record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Carl Craig,
Erykah Badu,
Pylon,
Barbara Tucker,
Porter Ricks,
Dawn Penn,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Ralphi Rosario,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Cymande,
Circle Jerks,
Bobby Womack,
Technova,
Brand Nubian,
Henry Cow,
Ituana,
Quadrant,
John Coltrane,
The Selecter,
Pantaleimon,
Rufus Thomas,
New Order,
D'Angelo,
Throbbing Gristle,
Kerri Chandler,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Black Bananas,
Crash Course in Science,
Scrapy,
Hoover,
Lakeside,
a-ha,
Subhumans,
Barrington Levy,
X-101,
Quando Quango,
The Grass Roots,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
U.S. Maple,
Index,
The Index,
Magazine,
FM Einheit,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Q and Not U,
The Monks,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
KRS-One,
Roxette,
Jeru the Damaja,
Idris Muhammad,
Brothers Johnson,
Easy Going,
Eric Copeland,
Accadde A,
The Mummies,
Cluster,
Mars,
Surgeon,
The Move,
Kayak,
E-Dancer, E-Dancer, E-Dancer, E-Dancer.
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.