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 Vietnam and from Spokane.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 chamberlin 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 Durutti Column to the rap 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 Blake Baxter. All the underground hits.
All the Soft Cell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gabor Szabo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Leaves record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ten City,
Barry Ungar,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Selecter,
Sandy B,
Nils Olav,
Nas,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Amon Düül II,
The Zeros,
Rakim,
Lebanon Hanover,
Visage,
Fat Boys,
Kenny Larkin,
Leonard Cohen,
Gastr Del Sol,
Pantaleimon,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Animal Collective,
Scion,
Radiopuhelimet,
Marine Girls,
John Foxx,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Searchers,
Radiohead,
Minnie Riperton,
Tubeway Army,
Fad Gadget,
Derrick May,
The Invisible,
Blossom Toes,
The Victims,
Chris & Cosey,
Easy Going,
Mark Hollis,
Matthew Halsall,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Monks,
Jesper Dahlback,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Gang of Four,
the Sonics,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Eve St. Jones,
The Busters,
OOIOO,
Ponytail,
A Certain Ratio,
Shuggie Otis,
June of 44,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
T. Rex,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Robert Hood,
Reagan Youth,
The Birthday Party,
Roy Ayers,
Warren Ellis,
John Cale,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Dennis Brown, Dennis Brown, Dennis Brown, Dennis Brown.
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.