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 Austria and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Vainqueur to the dance 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 Dual Sessions. All the underground hits.
All Yazoo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every A Certain Ratio 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a H. Thieme record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sam Rivers,
The Neon Judgement,
UT,
Index,
Fluxion,
John Coltrane,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Pere Ubu,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Bang On A Can,
Boogie Down Productions,
Public Image Ltd.,
Archie Shepp,
Radio Birdman,
Crooked Eye,
Anthony Braxton,
The Electric Prunes,
The Mummies,
Flash Fearless,
The Slackers,
The Misunderstood,
Chris Corsano,
Cameo,
Henry Cow,
Unwound,
The Last Poets,
Zero Boys,
Sonny Sharrock,
Ronnie Foster,
Chrome,
The Cramps,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Jacob Miller,
Marvin Gaye,
Flamin' Groovies,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Warsaw,
The Alarm Clocks,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Funky Four + One,
Yaz,
Swell Maps,
Marc Almond,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Nils Olav,
The Victims,
Josef K,
Maurizio,
Model 500,
Joe Smooth,
Colin Newman,
Suburban Knight,
The United States of America,
Don Cherry,
Pet Shop Boys,
Joe Finger,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Mars,
The Cure, The Cure, The Cure, The Cure.
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.