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 Italy and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 organ 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 Rekid to the funk 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 Donald Byrd. All the underground hits.
All Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sight & Sound record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 synthesizer and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Brick record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gang Starr,
Johnny Clarke,
Ken Boothe,
Make Up,
Ponytail,
Scan 7,
The Litter,
The Knickerbockers,
ABBA,
Glenn Branca,
Mantronix,
Freddie Wadling,
Aural Exciters,
Section 25,
Lungfish,
Shuggie Otis,
DNA,
Jeff Lynne,
Scott Walker,
Das Ding,
Amon Düül II,
Minor Threat,
Pere Ubu,
R.M.O.,
Soul II Soul,
the Association,
Derrick May,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Charles Mingus,
The Misunderstood,
Kayak,
Crispy Ambulance,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Five Americans,
FM Einheit,
the Sonics,
Skarface,
Chris & Cosey,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Sparks,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Unrelated Segments,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Detroit Cobras,
Boredoms,
Warsaw,
Sunsets and Hearts,
UT,
The Victims,
The Grass Roots,
Al Stewart,
Marvin Gaye,
T.S.O.L.,
Infiniti,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Scrapy,
Excepter,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Eyeless In Gaza, Eyeless In Gaza, Eyeless In Gaza, Eyeless In Gaza.
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.