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 Rwanda and from Lagos.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the oboe 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 Ultra Naté to the punk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Lou Reed. All the underground hits.
All Grauzone tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every James Chance & The Contortions record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 808 and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mantronix record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Faust,
The Vogues,
Ornette Coleman,
The Fire Engines,
Soft Machine,
Eddi Front,
Half Japanese,
Sugar Minott,
Jeru the Damaja,
Eurythmics,
DJ Style,
Robert Hood,
Faraquet,
Tom Boy,
Wally Richardson,
Jandek,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Altered Images,
Gang Starr,
Pharoah Sanders,
Radiohead,
June of 44,
Au Pairs,
X-101,
Stetsasonic,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Smog,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Sparks,
Rosa Yemen,
Dave Gahan,
The Happenings,
Joe Finger,
Gastr Del Sol,
Yellowson,
Hashim,
The Index,
Lee Hazlewood,
These Immortal Souls,
Soulsonic Force,
Adolescents,
Nick Fraelich,
Robert Görl,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Warren Ellis,
Intrusion,
Malaria!,
Grauzone,
Q65,
Severed Heads,
Minnie Riperton,
Crash Course in Science,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Urselle,
Barbara Tucker,
Thompson Twins,
Carl Craig,
Zapp,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Isaac Hayes, Isaac Hayes, Isaac Hayes, Isaac Hayes.
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.