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 Uruguay and from Tehran.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the güiro 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 John Coltrane 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 cv313. All the underground hits.
All Theoretical Girls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sam Rivers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Interpol record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Sam Rivers,
Pylon,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Qualms,
China Crisis,
Visage,
T. Rex,
Johnny Clarke,
Matthew Halsall,
Nik Kershaw,
The Zeros,
In Retrospect,
The Black Dice,
Vladislav Delay,
The Searchers,
the Sonics,
Toni Rubio,
Saccharine Trust,
The Barracudas,
The Music Machine,
Alton Ellis,
Cymande,
Black Pus,
Boogie Down Productions,
Guru Guru,
Drexciya,
Unwound,
Robert Görl,
Fela Kuti,
Idris Muhammad,
the Swans,
Parry Music,
The Smiths,
Connie Case,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
New Age Steppers,
Althea and Donna,
Brass Construction,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The American Breed,
James Chance & The Contortions,
June Days,
Ralphi Rosario,
Masters at Work,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Jerry's Kids,
Funky Four + One,
The Misunderstood,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Slick Rick,
B.T. Express,
Ronnie Foster,
Howard Jones,
Bobby Byrd,
Heaven 17,
Yaz,
Theoretical Girls,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Thee Headcoats,
Metal Thangz, Metal Thangz, Metal Thangz, Metal Thangz.
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.