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 Sudan and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Lille.
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 mellotron 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 Crispian St. Peters to the techno 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 Eve St. Jones. All the underground hits.
All Ultravox tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gastr Del Sol record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Shoche record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Q65,
The Fall,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Make Up,
Zero Boys,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Wolf Eyes,
Ralphi Rosario,
Lebanon Hanover,
Scientists,
The Human League,
Wings,
Blancmange,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Skatalites,
Aaron Thompson,
Los Fastidios,
Schoolly D,
Bobby Womack,
Susan Cadogan,
Bluetip,
Josef K,
Babytalk,
Lalann,
Lightning Bolt,
Arab on Radar,
Tom Boy,
Urselle,
T. Rex,
Minor Threat,
The Cramps,
Scott Walker,
Gastr Del Sol,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Eurythmics,
Iggy Pop,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Cecil Taylor,
Liliput,
Cymande,
The Modern Lovers,
MDC,
Magma,
Procol Harum,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Lakeside,
Nas,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Skaos,
K-Klass,
Eden Ahbez,
Donald Byrd,
Excepter,
Flash Fearless,
The Young Rascals,
The Slits,
Suicide,
Zapp, Zapp, Zapp, Zapp.
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.