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 Kyrgyzstan 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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 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 Bang On A Can to the techno kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Kinks. All the underground hits.
All The Kinks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Average White Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nico record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Easy Going,
The Index,
DNA,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Lindisfarne,
David Axelrod,
L. Decosne,
Barclay James Harvest,
Todd Rundgren,
Bush Tetras,
Soft Machine,
James White and The Blacks,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Chris Corsano,
Unwound,
Erykah Badu,
Mad Mike,
The Remains,
Jandek,
Oneida,
Glambeats Corp.,
Kevin Saunderson,
Talk Talk,
The Slits,
Simply Red,
LL Cool J,
Robert Hood,
Sun City Girls,
Skriet,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Stetsasonic,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Evens,
Inner City,
China Crisis,
Newcleus,
Hot Snakes,
Eve St. Jones,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Doors,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Average White Band,
The Cure,
the Bar-Kays,
Bizarre Inc.,
Lungfish,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
New York Dolls,
Godley & Creme,
Con Funk Shun,
Boogie Down Productions,
Porter Ricks,
The Flesh Eaters,
Ten City,
Fluxion,
Max Romeo,
Amazonics,
The Real Kids, The Real Kids, The Real Kids, The Real Kids.
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.