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 Paraguay and from Shanghai.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 June Days to the disco 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 Index. All the underground hits.
All These Immortal Souls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pet Shop Boys record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tommy Roe record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Amon Düül,
The Saints,
Mad Mike,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Ornette Coleman,
Technova,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
D'Angelo,
Youth Brigade,
Gang Starr,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Chris & Cosey,
Funkadelic,
Au Pairs,
Pierre Henry,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
LL Cool J,
ABC,
Bobby Sherman,
The Walker Brothers,
Crash Course in Science,
Radiopuhelimet,
the Swans,
Groovy Waters,
Amazonics,
Tim Buckley,
David Bowie,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Quando Quango,
Ice-T,
Intrusion,
The Slits,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Dave Gahan,
Blancmange,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Motions,
The Cowsills,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Surgeon,
Minutemen,
Donald Byrd,
The United States of America,
Flash Fearless,
La Düsseldorf,
The Skatalites,
Sam Rivers,
Subhumans,
The Toasters,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Scientists,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Second Layer,
DJ Style,
Pantytec,
Barbara Tucker,
Gang of Four,
Al Stewart,
Black Flag,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
UT,
Interpol,
Deepchord, Deepchord, Deepchord, Deepchord.
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.