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 Bahrain and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise 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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 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 Tom Boy to the grunge kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Lou Reed & John Cale. All the underground hits.
All Mary Jane Girls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Oblivians record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 linndrum and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Saccharine Trust record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Lower 48,
Pagans,
The Gladiators,
Gong,
The Knickerbockers,
Alphaville,
Dawn Penn,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
John Coltrane,
Eden Ahbez,
In Retrospect,
Organ,
The Move,
The Techniques,
Radiopuhelimet,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Traffic Nightmare,
Siglo XX,
Kas Product,
Moss Icon,
The Saints,
D'Angelo,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Can,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Shuggie Otis,
Albert Ayler,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Mark Hollis,
Gil Scott Heron,
Magma,
Funkadelic,
Sam Rivers,
X-102,
Japan,
Theoretical Girls,
Glambeats Corp.,
Half Japanese,
Nation of Ulysses,
Amon Düül,
The Gun Club,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Echospace,
Soulsonic Force,
Ultra Naté,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Mojo Men,
8 Eyed Spy,
Von Mondo,
Y Pants,
Quadrant,
Rotary Connection,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
the Swans,
Grauzone,
Public Image Ltd.,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Boz Scaggs,
Scott Walker,
Lightning Bolt,
Brick,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds, Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds, Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds, Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds.
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.