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 Estonia and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 chamberlin 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 The Mighty Diamonds 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 The Tremeloes. All the underground hits.
All Radiohead tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Flag 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 '60s 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 The Angels of Light record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kerri Chandler,
Reagan Youth,
Cal Tjader,
Agitation Free,
Piero Umiliani,
Hardrive,
Gil Scott Heron,
Faust,
Von Mondo,
JFA,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Stockholm Monsters,
Fear,
Popol Vuh,
AZ,
Cybotron,
Throbbing Gristle,
Scan 7,
Pharoah Sanders,
Brothers Johnson,
Vladislav Delay,
Gabor Szabo,
Barbara Tucker,
ABBA,
Chrome,
Intrusion,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Velvet Underground,
Shuggie Otis,
The New Christs,
The Seeds,
Shoche,
Marcia Griffiths,
New York Dolls,
Lalo Schifrin,
Country Teasers,
Spandau Ballet,
Tears for Fears,
Bizarre Inc.,
Young Marble Giants,
The Pop Group,
DNA,
The Detroit Cobras,
Moby Grape,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Robert Hood,
Gang of Four,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Slackers,
Delon & Dalcan,
Chris & Cosey,
Basic Channel,
Wolf Eyes,
The Blues Magoos,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Smog,
KRS-One,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Audionom,
Hasil Adkins,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Fire Engines,
Fela Kuti, Fela Kuti, Fela Kuti, Fela Kuti.
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.