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 Croatia and from Madrid.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the sitar 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 Make Up to the electroclash 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 The Fortunes. All the underground hits.
All The Smoke tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Intrusion 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lalo Schifrin record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mary Jane Girls,
This Heat,
The Fire Engines,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Victims,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Excepter,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Sixth Finger,
Nils Olav,
Man Eating Sloth,
John Foxx,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Rekid,
Public Enemy,
Khruangbin,
Amon Düül,
Swell Maps,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Cheater Slicks,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Sun City Girls,
Popol Vuh,
Arab on Radar,
The Evens,
Black Moon,
FM Einheit,
Fela Kuti,
DJ Sneak,
Deadbeat,
Flamin' Groovies,
Camberwell Now,
Stiv Bators,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Pulsallama,
Hoover,
AZ,
R.M.O.,
The Blues Magoos,
Matthew Bourne,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Lungfish,
Barbara Tucker,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Eve St. Jones,
Cymande,
The Happenings,
Anthony Braxton,
Bang On A Can,
The Sound,
Darondo,
Scientists,
Leonard Cohen,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Peter and Kerry,
Sam Rivers,
The Vogues,
Wasted Youth,
In Retrospect,
Livin' Joy,
Wire, Wire, Wire, Wire.
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.