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 Niger and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 rhodes 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 Busters to the dance 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 Nirvana. All the underground hits.
All James White and The Blacks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rekid 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Swell Maps record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fluxion,
Anthony Braxton,
Theoretical Girls,
Boredoms,
Jacques Brel,
Colin Newman,
Wire,
Oblivians,
The Gun Club,
The Grass Roots,
Joensuu 1685,
Donny Hathaway,
Jimmy McGriff,
Model 500,
Aaron Thompson,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Arcadia,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Rakim,
Lebanon Hanover,
Fifty Foot Hose,
June of 44,
Bronski Beat,
Marine Girls,
The Five Americans,
Bluetip,
Bill Near,
Skarface,
Fear,
Ronan,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Cosmic Jokers,
8 Eyed Spy,
Erykah Badu,
Gabor Szabo,
Mars,
The Last Poets,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Tres Demented,
Popol Vuh,
ABBA,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
DJ Style,
Youth Brigade,
Rites of Spring,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Vogues,
Jerry's Kids,
The Slackers,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Smoke,
Y Pants,
Bang On A Can,
Danielle Patucci,
Robert Wyatt,
Ten City,
Laurel Aitken, Laurel Aitken, Laurel Aitken, Laurel Aitken.
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.