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 Singapore 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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Johannesburg.
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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
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 John Cale to the disco kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Cal Tjader. All the underground hits.
All Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eurythmics 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Crash Course in Science record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Juan Atkins,
The Leaves,
Darondo,
Tom Boy,
Magma,
the Fania All-Stars,
Prince Buster,
AZ,
Jesper Dahlback,
Nils Olav,
Pere Ubu,
Aswad,
Amon Düül II,
Minny Pops,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Duran Duran,
Japan,
Alphaville,
Chrome,
Wire,
Mary Jane Girls,
JFA,
Letta Mbulu,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Lou Christie,
The Dead C,
The Durutti Column,
Sugar Minott,
The Monochrome Set,
Roger Hodgson,
Gang Starr,
DJ Style,
The Alarm Clocks,
Ohio Players,
China Crisis,
Groovy Waters,
the Normal,
New York Dolls,
Blancmange,
Mad Mike,
Franke,
KRS-One,
Be Bop Deluxe,
K-Klass,
Crispian St. Peters,
the Bar-Kays,
Crispy Ambulance,
Quando Quango,
UT,
Toni Rubio,
The Five Americans,
Youth Brigade,
The Skatalites,
Laurel Aitken,
The New Christs,
Suicide,
Boz Scaggs,
Sun Ra,
The Saints,
Half Japanese,
Bobby Womack, Bobby Womack, Bobby Womack, Bobby Womack.
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.