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 Tunisia and from Manchester.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 DNA to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 In Retrospect. All the underground hits.
All Saccharine Trust tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Liliput record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Raincoats record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Sonics,
Scan 7,
Neil Young,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Country Teasers,
Pulsallama,
EPMD,
Donald Byrd,
Henry Cow,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Peter and Kerry,
The Standells,
John Cale,
Anthony Braxton,
Joyce Sims,
Guru Guru,
Anakelly,
Joey Negro,
Chris Corsano,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
DJ Sneak,
Hasil Adkins,
D'Angelo,
Prince Buster,
Radio Birdman,
Tim Buckley,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Cal Tjader,
cv313,
Kaleidoscope,
Ronnie Foster,
Echospace,
Lightning Bolt,
Unrelated Segments,
Black Moon,
Man Eating Sloth,
LL Cool J,
Derrick Morgan,
the Sonics,
Bush Tetras,
Television Personalities,
Leonard Cohen,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Joensuu 1685,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Gong,
John Coltrane,
The Last Poets,
Slick Rick,
Intrusion,
Oblivians,
Smog,
Cameo,
Ludus,
Average White Band,
Deadbeat,
Magazine,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Birthday Party, The Birthday Party, The Birthday Party, The Birthday Party.
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.