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 Zimbabwe and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 arpeggiator 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 Cecil Taylor to the grime 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 Q65. All the underground hits.
All Masters at Work tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crime record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Terry Callier record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Carl Craig,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Gerry Rafferty,
Terry Callier,
Sun Ra,
Whodini,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Bobby Womack,
James Chance & The Contortions,
John Foxx,
Shoche,
Tom Boy,
Minny Pops,
Essential Logic,
Crash Course in Science,
Bad Manners,
Juan Atkins,
Pantytec,
Marine Girls,
Cluster,
Radiopuhelimet,
Boogie Down Productions,
Chris Corsano,
Television Personalities,
Matthew Bourne,
Animal Collective,
Masters at Work,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Jacques Brel,
Minnie Riperton,
Godley & Creme,
Letta Mbulu,
The Doors,
The Divine Comedy,
Althea and Donna,
Tim Buckley,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Blues Magoos,
Q and Not U,
Faust,
Shuggie Otis,
Susan Cadogan,
E-Dancer,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
U.S. Maple,
Livin' Joy,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Barbara Tucker,
Ralphi Rosario,
Dead Boys,
Duran Duran,
Lucky Dragons,
Minutemen,
The Shadows of Knight,
Organ,
Circle Jerks,
The Slackers,
Scion,
Stereo Dub,
Dorothy Ashby,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
World's Most,
China Crisis, China Crisis, China Crisis, China Crisis.
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.