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 Honduras and from London.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 linndrum 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 Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson to the funk 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 Jacques Brel. All the underground hits.
All Terrestrial Tones tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Robert Görl record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Simply Red record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Aural Exciters,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Kool Moe Dee,
Depeche Mode,
Magazine,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Mantronix,
These Immortal Souls,
Fugazi,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Leonard Cohen,
Public Image Ltd.,
R.M.O.,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
FM Einheit,
Television,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Unrelated Segments,
Slick Rick,
Yazoo,
Moss Icon,
Zero Boys,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Accadde A,
Pantaleimon,
Todd Rundgren,
Delon & Dalcan,
Grauzone,
Tropical Tobacco,
Laurel Aitken,
Nirvana,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Camberwell Now,
Alton Ellis,
Faraquet,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Visage,
Crash Course in Science,
Index,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Mandrill,
Los Fastidios,
Curtis Mayfield,
New Age Steppers,
Stockholm Monsters,
One Last Wish,
Qualms,
Ossler,
K-Klass,
Josef K,
Brick,
Country Teasers,
Pharoah Sanders,
Arab on Radar,
The Fire Engines,
Groovy Waters,
Ludus,
Aaron Thompson,
Guru Guru,
Lou Reed,
Main Source, Main Source, Main Source, Main Source.
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.