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 Mauritius and from Lagos.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Mumbai.
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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines to the punk 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 Yazoo. All the underground hits.
All Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mandrill 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Flamin' Groovies record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
David McCallum,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
the Association,
OOIOO,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Silicon Teens,
One Last Wish,
Audionom,
Eli Mardock,
Jeff Lynne,
Vladislav Delay,
Franke,
Isaac Hayes,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Fifty Foot Hose,
World's Most,
Glambeats Corp.,
Camberwell Now,
the Sonics,
Tom Boy,
Cal Tjader,
Hasil Adkins,
Faust,
Joe Smooth,
Howard Jones,
Gang of Four,
Minnie Riperton,
Television Personalities,
Cymande,
Simply Red,
Lou Christie,
Harpers Bizarre,
Unwound,
Yazoo,
Tropical Tobacco,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Electric Prunes,
Ultimate Spinach,
Jerry's Kids,
Ronan,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Human League,
Crime,
Erasure,
Nico,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Stereo Dub,
Eric Copeland,
Derrick May,
Lucky Dragons,
The Saints,
Altered Images,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Dave Gahan,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Lyres,
Popol Vuh,
The Real Kids,
These Immortal Souls,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Iggy Pop, Iggy Pop, Iggy Pop, Iggy Pop.
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.