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 Salvador.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the guitar 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 Angry Samoans to the grunge kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Popol Vuh. All the underground hits.
All The Offenders tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Circle Jerks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Red Lorry Yellow Lorry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Arcadia,
Bob Dylan,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Dead C,
Popol Vuh,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Lou Reed,
Stiv Bators,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Lalann,
48th St. Collective,
The Moody Blues,
The Leaves,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Basic Channel,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Delon & Dalcan,
Youth Brigade,
Q and Not U,
Deakin,
Scion,
ABC,
Traffic Nightmare,
DJ Style,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Buzzcocks,
Ponytail,
Lower 48,
John Coltrane,
Crispy Ambulance,
Groovy Waters,
Black Pus,
Matthew Halsall,
Das Ding,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Eli Mardock,
Roxy Music,
Kenny Larkin,
Bizarre Inc.,
Cecil Taylor,
The Fall,
Jacques Brel,
Gang of Four,
Barrington Levy,
Index,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Yellowson,
Masters at Work,
Audionom,
Warren Ellis,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Can,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Slave,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
the Association,
Brass Construction,
Idris Muhammad, Idris Muhammad, Idris Muhammad, Idris Muhammad.
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.