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 Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 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 The Dead C to the jazz kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 John Coltrane. All the underground hits.
All Scott Walker + Sunn O))) tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Siouxsie and the Banshees record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Japan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Country Teasers,
The Trojans,
the Sonics,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Don Cherry,
a-ha,
The Dead C,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Organ,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
These Immortal Souls,
Reuben Wilson,
Agent Orange,
Outsiders,
Gang of Four,
Thee Headcoats,
the Association,
The Black Dice,
Alison Limerick,
John Holt,
Unwound,
Harpers Bizarre,
Sällskapet,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Invisible,
8 Eyed Spy,
Erykah Badu,
The Walker Brothers,
10cc,
Hasil Adkins,
Avey Tare,
Yaz,
Charles Mingus,
Jeru the Damaja,
Warren Ellis,
Johnny Clarke,
Hardrive,
One Last Wish,
Black Bananas,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Music Machine,
Cal Tjader,
Livin' Joy,
Wasted Youth,
the Fania All-Stars,
Silicon Teens,
Suicide,
Dennis Brown,
Bill Wells,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Raincoats,
Public Enemy,
Whodini,
The Fortunes,
The Birthday Party,
Sarah Menescal,
Jesper Dahlback,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam, Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam, Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam, Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam.
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.