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 Bolivia and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Wings to the techno kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Heaven 17. All the underground hits.
All The Monks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Human League 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Terry Callier record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sun Ra,
Gang Green,
The Techniques,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Fatback Band,
Byron Stingily,
Jimmy McGriff,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Cluster,
The Velvet Underground,
Dark Day,
Morten Harket,
The Smoke,
The Offenders,
Sandy B,
Bobby Byrd,
Alice Coltrane,
Dawn Penn,
Rufus Thomas,
Rhythm & Sound,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Ludus,
The Moody Blues,
Grey Daturas,
F. McDonald,
Country Teasers,
Gregory Isaacs,
Depeche Mode,
Glambeats Corp.,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Barry Ungar,
The Durutti Column,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Leonard Cohen,
Dead Boys,
Guru Guru,
Crash Course in Science,
Dennis Brown,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Detroit Cobras,
Throbbing Gristle,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Slick Rick,
Ossler,
Ice-T,
Gil Scott Heron,
Royal Trux,
The Monochrome Set,
La Düsseldorf,
PIL,
Deepchord,
The Wake,
Sonic Youth,
X-102,
Amazonics,
Television,
Siglo XX,
Nick Fraelich,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Sarah Menescal,
Bush Tetras,
Kerri Chandler, Kerri Chandler, Kerri Chandler, Kerri Chandler.
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.