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 Croatia and from London.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the clarinet 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 Public Image Ltd. to the funk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Jacques Brel. All the underground hits.
All Steve Hackett tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Livin' Joy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ajijia Myrayebe,
David Bowie,
JFA,
The Misunderstood,
Aural Exciters,
DJ Style,
World's Most,
The Monochrome Set,
The Evens,
The Black Dice,
Circle Jerks,
Kevin Saunderson,
Mars,
Hot Snakes,
Massinfluence,
Lalo Schifrin,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
LL Cool J,
The Fire Engines,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Johnny Osbourne,
Rosa Yemen,
The Angels of Light,
Colin Newman,
Anthony Braxton,
Dave Gahan,
Flipper,
The Music Machine,
Drexciya,
The Residents,
The American Breed,
Infiniti,
Underground Resistance,
La Düsseldorf,
The Moleskins,
Ken Boothe,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Martian,
Youth Brigade,
The Wake,
The Zeros,
Erykah Badu,
Warren Ellis,
The Electric Prunes,
the Swans,
Albert Ayler,
Alphaville,
Sister Nancy,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Robert Hood,
Althea and Donna,
cv313,
Joe Smooth,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Clear Light,
The Golliwogs,
the Normal,
L. Decosne,
Eddi Front,
The Vogues,
Jandek, Jandek, Jandek, Jandek.
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.