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 East Timor and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 Motorama to the rap 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 La Düsseldorf. All the underground hits.
All The Cowsills 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 rock 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 sitar and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Vogues record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sonic Youth,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Fad Gadget,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Bob Dylan,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Fat Boys,
Grauzone,
The Slackers,
The Raincoats,
Avey Tare,
Barbara Tucker,
Hoover,
Lungfish,
Josef K,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Dead C,
Peter and Kerry,
David McCallum,
PIL,
Jacob Miller,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Dirtbombs,
The Index,
Ronnie Foster,
Fugazi,
Terry Callier,
Moebius,
Michelle Simonal,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Dave Gahan,
Kevin Saunderson,
Swell Maps,
John Coltrane,
Morten Harket,
Roger Hodgson,
Yellowson,
Eden Ahbez,
The Leaves,
Lightning Bolt,
Quadrant,
Newcleus,
The Monks,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
MC5,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Sarah Menescal,
Fatback Band,
Ultravox,
Tim Buckley,
Alphaville,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Robert Görl,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Real Kids,
Letta Mbulu,
Eric Dolphy,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Bobby Byrd,
MDC,
The Grass Roots,
Aaron Thompson, Aaron Thompson, Aaron Thompson, Aaron Thompson.
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.