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 Norway and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 snare 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 T.S.O.L. to the electroclash 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 Amazonics. All the underground hits.
All The Fortunes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Donald Byrd 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Saints record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobbi Humphrey,
Lou Christie,
Eurythmics,
Stereo Dub,
Yusef Lateef,
Roxette,
Alice Coltrane,
Nirvana,
Grey Daturas,
Connie Case,
Minutemen,
Robert Wyatt,
The Martian,
The Five Americans,
Tubeway Army,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Barbara Tucker,
Traffic Nightmare,
Crispy Ambulance,
David McCallum,
Tim Buckley,
Royal Trux,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Supertramp,
X-Ray Spex,
Kas Product,
The Cowsills,
Organ,
Loose Ends,
Lower 48,
Frankie Knuckles,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Khruangbin,
Kool Moe Dee,
Tres Demented,
Sunsets and Hearts,
JFA,
Dual Sessions,
The Red Krayola,
ABBA,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Delon & Dalcan,
Dawn Penn,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Surgeon,
The Moleskins,
The Fugs,
Hashim,
Lightning Bolt,
Thompson Twins,
Boz Scaggs,
Davy DMX,
John Cale,
Echospace,
Ituana,
Country Teasers,
The Techniques,
T. Rex,
Public Image Ltd.,
Jacques Brel,
Clear Light, Clear Light, Clear Light, Clear Light.
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.