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 Nigeria and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 Saccharine Trust to the rock 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 Supertramp. All the underground hits.
All Silicon Teens tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Minutemen 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a U.S. Maple record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Evens,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
48th St. Collective,
The Index,
Pantytec,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Count Five,
B.T. Express,
Darondo,
Pagans,
Tomorrow,
Tim Buckley,
Barrington Levy,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Star Department,
The New Christs,
Mantronix,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Cal Tjader,
kango's stein massive,
Crime,
Moebius,
The Wake,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Pharoah Sanders,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Minor Threat,
The Mojo Men,
Matthew Bourne,
The Golliwogs,
Isaac Hayes,
FM Einheit,
Bizarre Inc.,
Kenny Larkin,
Idris Muhammad,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Morten Harket,
Grauzone,
Suburban Knight,
Erasure,
CMW,
The Gories,
The Fall,
Bill Wells,
Quando Quango,
Mark Hollis,
Y Pants,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Charles Mingus,
John Coltrane,
John Lydon,
The Gladiators,
Fela Kuti,
Vladislav Delay,
Jawbox,
The Young Rascals,
the Soft Cell,
Soft Machine,
Unrelated Segments,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon, Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon, Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon, Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon.
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.