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 Libya and from Salvador.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Lee Hazlewood to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Ultimate Spinach. All the underground hits.
All Vladislav Delay tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every CMW record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lonnie Liston Smith record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Excepter,
Bobbi Humphrey,
KRS-One,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Angels of Light,
Peter and Kerry,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Tres Demented,
John Cale,
David McCallum,
Nirvana,
The Gap Band,
Zapp,
The Flesh Eaters,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Gladiators,
Roxy Music,
Matthew Bourne,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Kas Product,
a-ha,
Pole,
the Soft Cell,
Fear,
In Retrospect,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Ten City,
The Tremeloes,
K-Klass,
The Cowsills,
The Saints,
Porter Ricks,
Visage,
Colin Newman,
E-Dancer,
Blancmange,
The Birthday Party,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Talk Talk,
48th St. Collective,
Skriet,
The Moleskins,
The Golliwogs,
Rufus Thomas,
Aloha Tigers,
The United States of America,
The Mummies,
The Last Poets,
Tim Buckley,
The Techniques,
The Happenings,
June Days,
Wally Richardson,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Robert Hood,
Dave Gahan,
Bizarre Inc.,
Frankie Knuckles,
Gang Gang Dance,
T.S.O.L.,
Babytalk,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Iggy Pop,
The Velvet Underground, The Velvet Underground, The Velvet Underground, The Velvet Underground.
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.