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 Libya and from Winnipeg.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 rap kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Ossler. All the underground hits.
All Average White Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Knickerbockers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sly & The Family Stone record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
It's A Beautiful Day,
Joyce Sims,
B.T. Express,
Eve St. Jones,
Drexciya,
The Offenders,
Joey Negro,
Visage,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Tomorrow,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Throbbing Gristle,
Roxy Music,
John Cale,
Malaria!,
John Foxx,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Khruangbin,
The Five Americans,
Cheater Slicks,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Oblivians,
Roger Hodgson,
Grey Daturas,
Kool Moe Dee,
Joy Division,
Franke,
Y Pants,
Public Enemy,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Crispian St. Peters,
Ice-T,
Babytalk,
The Music Machine,
Matthew Bourne,
Jawbox,
Zero Boys,
Young Marble Giants,
The Gories,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Barry Ungar,
Minutemen,
Whodini,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Ossler,
The Busters,
Bill Wells,
Harry Pussy,
Youth Brigade,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Pantaleimon,
Kenny Larkin,
Reagan Youth,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Neu!,
Bobby Womack,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Mark Hollis,
Lower 48,
Tom Boy,
Pierre Henry, Pierre Henry, Pierre Henry, Pierre Henry.
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.