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 Peru and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Rakim to the rock kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Kenny Larkin. All the underground hits.
All Ronan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Massinfluence record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 a linndrum and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fifty Foot Hose,
Jacob Miller,
Television Personalities,
Zero Boys,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Harpers Bizarre,
Chris Corsano,
The Beau Brummels,
John Foxx,
UT,
The Alarm Clocks,
Skarface,
Groovy Waters,
The Five Americans,
Crime,
Lower 48,
Infiniti,
Derrick Morgan,
The Angels of Light,
Pharoah Sanders,
Susan Cadogan,
The Fugs,
Adolescents,
Moby Grape,
Ornette Coleman,
Flamin' Groovies,
Technova,
Suburban Knight,
Circle Jerks,
John Coltrane,
Lou Christie,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Golliwogs,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Black Bananas,
Scan 7,
the Sonics,
Camberwell Now,
Nils Olav,
Faust,
Faraquet,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Subhumans,
Gil Scott Heron,
Echospace,
Lightning Bolt,
Duran Duran,
Kenny Larkin,
Gastr Del Sol,
Derrick May,
Agent Orange,
Little Man,
Flipper,
Ultravox,
Surgeon,
Isaac Hayes,
Guru Guru,
Cecil Taylor,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Deepchord,
the Soft Cell,
Rekid, Rekid, Rekid, Rekid.
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.