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 Vanuatu and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 harpsichord 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 Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Talk Talk. All the underground hits.
All Crispy Ambulance tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every London Community Gospel Choir 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bizarre Inc. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Infiniti,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
the Association,
Brand Nubian,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Radiopuhelimet,
Basic Channel,
Bill Wells,
Crooked Eye,
Jerry's Kids,
Scion,
Eve St. Jones,
EPMD,
Don Cherry,
Curtis Mayfield,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Remains,
Babytalk,
Davy DMX,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Dual Sessions,
Scratch Acid,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Ken Boothe,
The Slackers,
Jacob Miller,
Albert Ayler,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Doobie Brothers,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Reuben Wilson,
Tropical Tobacco,
John Cale,
Das Ding,
Warsaw,
Drexciya,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Cameo,
Los Fastidios,
Intrusion,
Jandek,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Sexual Harrassment,
John Coltrane,
Barclay James Harvest,
Moby Grape,
Saccharine Trust,
Marc Almond,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Motorama,
the Bar-Kays,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Idris Muhammad,
The Names,
Fluxion,
Stereo Dub,
Judy Mowatt,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Fire Engines,
Wire,
Scan 7, Scan 7, Scan 7, Scan 7.
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.