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 Portland.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the sitar 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 Sonics to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Laurel Aitken. All the underground hits.
All The Peanut Butter Conspiracy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Brand Nubian record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 a linndrum and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Be Bop Deluxe record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Walker Brothers,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Chrome,
the Soft Cell,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Camouflage,
Joey Negro,
Eric B and Rakim,
Q65,
Marc Almond,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Harmonia,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Fear,
Vainqueur,
World's Most,
F. McDonald,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Bobby Womack,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Blancmange,
Don Cherry,
Jandek,
The New Christs,
The Gladiators,
Panda Bear,
The Motions,
Tommy Roe,
Lebanon Hanover,
Arthur Verocai,
Au Pairs,
the Normal,
Idris Muhammad,
A Certain Ratio,
Deepchord,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Busters,
The Gories,
Essential Logic,
Kool Moe Dee,
Mad Mike,
Public Image Ltd.,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Gabor Szabo,
Malaria!,
Q and Not U,
Black Moon,
Anthony Braxton,
The Fuzztones,
Sun Ra,
Urselle,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Country Joe & The Fish,
EPMD,
Symarip,
Avey Tare,
Talk Talk,
Niagra,
Faust,
The Remains,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Pharoah Sanders, Pharoah Sanders, Pharoah Sanders, Pharoah Sanders.
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.