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 Australia and from Edmonton.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Taipei.
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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the sitar 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 Scott Walker to the punk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Eric Dolphy. All the underground hits.
All Leonard Cohen tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Throbbing Gristle 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Tremeloes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Q65,
New Age Steppers,
Jerry's Kids,
Lebanon Hanover,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Thee Headcoats,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Gang Starr,
Pere Ubu,
Whodini,
The Leaves,
Lower 48,
Harry Pussy,
Dark Day,
Cluster,
Easy Going,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Freddie Wadling,
Index,
Black Flag,
Gabor Szabo,
Jacob Miller,
Amon Düül II,
The Invisible,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Tom Boy,
Jeff Mills,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Sonics,
Sarah Menescal,
Eric Copeland,
Radiohead,
Absolute Body Control,
KRS-One,
Kaleidoscope,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Angry Samoans,
Main Source,
The Misunderstood,
Anakelly,
Mr. Review,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Monolake,
Maurizio,
Y Pants,
Danielle Patucci,
Wings,
The Evens,
The Five Americans,
The Black Dice,
Stetsasonic,
Johnny Clarke,
The Fire Engines,
Moss Icon,
Marc Almond,
The Pop Group,
Scott Walker,
Gong,
Alice Coltrane, Alice Coltrane, Alice Coltrane, Alice Coltrane.
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.