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 Nigeria and from Seoul.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 theremin 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 Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds to the rock 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 DNA. All the underground hits.
All Little Man tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ossler 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joey Negro record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rites of Spring,
Janne Schatter,
Chris Corsano,
Model 500,
The Fuzztones,
Hasil Adkins,
Lee Hazlewood,
Radiopuhelimet,
Cameo,
Soft Machine,
Little Man,
The Neon Judgement,
Iggy Pop,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Eddi Front,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Adolescents,
Stetsasonic,
Skarface,
John Coltrane,
Man Parrish,
Von Mondo,
Marshall Jefferson,
Supertramp,
One Last Wish,
Blancmange,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Pierre Henry,
David McCallum,
Pantytec,
MC5,
Kaleidoscope,
Interpol,
The Dirtbombs,
Arcadia,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Glambeats Corp.,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Danielle Patucci,
Ludus,
Scientists,
The Smoke,
The United States of America,
The Durutti Column,
Underground Resistance,
Panda Bear,
Procol Harum,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Barclay James Harvest,
Desert Stars,
Minutemen,
Nas,
John Foxx,
Grandmaster Flash,
Sexual Harrassment,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Busters,
Colin Newman,
Negative Approach,
Schoolly D,
John Cale,
Maleditus Sound,
Gabor Szabo, Gabor Szabo, Gabor Szabo, Gabor Szabo.
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.