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 Kosovo and from Beijing.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 organ 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 The Litter to the jazz kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Funky Four + One. All the underground hits.
All UT tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jesper Dahlback 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dead Boys record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Howard Jones,
Erykah Badu,
Minor Threat,
Aural Exciters,
Sonic Youth,
Massinfluence,
Glenn Branca,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Crash Course in Science,
Nas,
Gichy Dan,
Ten City,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Delta 5,
The Velvet Underground,
Lalann,
The Standells,
Albert Ayler,
Frankie Knuckles,
MDC,
Kerrie Biddell,
Wasted Youth,
Cybotron,
Jacob Miller,
Matthew Bourne,
Man Parrish,
Bill Wells,
The Monks,
Lebanon Hanover,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Neon Judgement,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Saints,
The Barracudas,
Grandmaster Flash,
Can,
Outsiders,
Dawn Penn,
Robert Görl,
Judy Mowatt,
Duran Duran,
Maurizio,
Yusef Lateef,
Subhumans,
Vainqueur,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Quadrant,
the Association,
Rapeman,
Scion,
Sarah Menescal,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Popol Vuh,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
New Order,
Marvin Gaye,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Moebius,
Sun Ra,
The Slits,
a-ha,
Youth Brigade, Youth Brigade, Youth Brigade, Youth Brigade.
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.