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 South Africa and from Mumbai.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
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 Patti Smith to the grime 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 Porter Ricks. All the underground hits.
All Cameo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roxy Music 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a New Order record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sunsets and Hearts,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Names,
Radiopuhelimet,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Steve Hackett,
Curtis Mayfield,
Lucky Dragons,
Scan 7,
Flipper,
Big Daddy Kane,
Joyce Sims,
Soft Machine,
Silicon Teens,
Model 500,
Darondo,
Severed Heads,
James Chance & The Contortions,
PIL,
Amazonics,
Average White Band,
Lee Hazlewood,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Nirvana,
Reagan Youth,
the Sonics,
Wolf Eyes,
Pierre Henry,
Schoolly D,
Nick Fraelich,
The Techniques,
Henry Cow,
Moss Icon,
Moebius,
Whodini,
Chrome,
Sugar Minott,
Khruangbin,
48th St. Collective,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Magma,
Rhythm & Sound,
Young Marble Giants,
Faust,
Grandmaster Flash,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Rod Modell,
Althea and Donna,
Albert Ayler,
Sarah Menescal,
Black Moon,
Inner City,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Jacob Miller,
The Fire Engines,
Tomorrow,
The Misunderstood,
Barry Ungar,
Pussy Galore,
Suicide,
Sun Ra,
Joensuu 1685, Joensuu 1685, Joensuu 1685, Joensuu 1685.
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.